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[Talk]Curled up like a vineTrying to find itA load of old joy lifting meI'm worse for wearDown at heelAll you people make me illYou're not really touching meShapeshifting...Cut me outTwist my armI work like a machinePlaster face and painted handsCut me outTwist my armYou hold me in your mindThe wind blows through[Shapeshifting]Screaming insideFloating aboveWatching the lightsFloating aboveShapeshifting... Aus Songtexte Mania