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There are evil words on the tip of my tongueEvil words that should not be sungThere are names and hateful thingsThat I want to sayThey are burning holes inside my throatMaking me gasp for air, makin' me chokeThey're close, so closeThey are about to overflowThey would flood the streets of that little townAnd all my enemies would surely drownBut they would kill me and they'd kill you tooIf I ever let them out, if I ever let them outInstead I turn them into other thingsOr I lock them up and put them awayOr go out at night and softly sing themTo the oldest of the treesOr I put my lips against the groundI shut my eyes and open my mouthI let 'em out, I let 'em outAnd they always sink right downRight down into the ground Aus Songtexte Mania