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Sitting close, under hush of mother told me We're not waiver We load you on cities too much It is too Take this cross Somehow I'm lost without my anchor Cut this rope I never wash I am sunk with out this anchor Now I'm struck with the beauty of this favor It is too much Now I'm numb wanna cut me with their razors Well, they will cut you with their razors We spoke soft we lived across i was unstable We load you on cities too much It is too Now I'm struck with the beauty of this favor It is too much Now I'm numb wanna cut me with their razors Well, they will cut you with their razors Aus Songtexte Mania