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I see you there unwilling to look into the trick Even as you stumble through it with your mind on barroom kicks I don't know what you're doing, only know the things I've done It's not a question of morals, when the cold momentum comes You'll get the scars you earn, never get the ones you want No matter where you go, these things will follow you Let me be the first to tell you: there's no return Believe me when I tell you, these things will trail you back Every one of the bullets that grazed you will not fall from your track This party has terrible stains that soak right through your vest You are not the first searcher picking shrapnel from your chest So if you plan to die young, better think about what happens if you survive No matter where you go, these things will follow you Let me be the first to tell you: there's no return It always seems like, by the time they hit the lights You'll find a way to drag yourself back home Aus Songtexte Mania