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When are you leaving? Where will you go? Who will be waiting for you there when you get home? What is the distance between your heart? And where you wish that you were headed, is it far? Maybe our madness is the only thing we haveWhere you go with your machete in your hand? I'm counting slowlyBarely breaking evenAnd I'm inclined to be your friend I'm inclined to meet yaWe all need somethingWhat do you need? What are you building with your possibilities? Put up your passion man Put down your fistNobody warns you that your life can twist like thisWe tow the line we break the backs of our hands And I'll build you a castle if you bring me some sandSongtexteI'm counting slowlyBarely breaking evenAnd I'm inclined to be your friend I'm inclined to meet youNobody ever gets to know from keeping secretsIf you go the road alone I bet it's gonna beat youToe the lineToe the lineToe the lineToe the lineToe the lineToe the lineI'm counting slowlyBarely breaking evenAnd I'm inclined to be your friend I'm inclined to meet youNobody ever gets to know from keeping secretsIf you go the road alone I bet it's gonna beat youToe the lineToe the lineToe the lineToe the lineToe the lineToe the lineToe the lineToe the line Aus Songtexte Mania