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Tell me, all your thinking...knowing I see the mask and all the woundsHelp me, to see clearly...there's nothing on your mind that I can't graspAll my life is old...I'm getting through.I tried to explain, dear...the fallacy of this life may be your fearsTruth is, I'll hold your sin...knowing that it's the way that you'll see love.All my life is old...I'm getting through.I knew you when you crieda memory of the life that you believedDaughter, there's so much thatI wish I coulda said...another time. Aus Songtexte Mania