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There was a tempest roaring in the deep bluesThere just to put the revolution in youYou compared the cost of the warWith walking into a wallThough we saw you coming, including meThe empty bottles of coup d'état at your feetYou repeat the same free adviceThe kind of entrance you'd haveExpected from the collected works of excessAnd you have defended the chemistry of the divineBut careful walls of conversation asideA beat too late and it's goneA twist on natural lawThen you arrive with an impact rivaling scienceSealed, delivered, a gift to the magi signTo my old friend anewWho dropped in recentlyUnexpected from the collected works of excessYou faked your way through legend and into the blackYour careful walls of conversation stackedIn towers so high that you thoughtHere is the entrance I'd haveExpected from the collected works of excessFrom the collected works of excessFrom the collected works of excess Aus Songtexte Mania