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Well She took me outside And I was listening to her voice I could tell ya She said some things she may regret And some things she may rejoice Just like the fruits of sorrow Dying on the vine I too partook its bitter taste And I shined Just at that moment Before God intervenes, yeah Some kind asylum Wide awake in Tel Aviv When you fall into evil moods And the spirits mock you in the radio static Then you better hope the dope don't make you Telepathetic Just like the seeds of ruin With its sickly blooms I lost the good fight every day In these rooms Aus Songtexte Mania