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I flew in to this city from the WestI took eleven outstretched hands and shook them brieflyIn an effort to chase tension from our chestsI said, "Sir, you're the man with whom I'll be competing"Then I turned and wiped my hand across my head to ease the feelingThose twenty-two eyes stared awkwardly by and their sockets are silencersFor my secret is that they'd spill out of the back of my head but I wasn't revealingBecause I realized, after five hundred tries, the mystery is one thing that worksSo instead of staring at the starsI keep my eyes fixed straight aheadDon't kill me if I pronounce my 'r'sLord, I was raised in the midwestAnd it's a last resort after losing againI turn my eyes to the lord and ask him if I'll ever winAnd it's a last resort after a swing and a missI turn my eyes to the lord, but does he care about this?I stepped off of the stage on to the floorAnd the rhythm and my heart had both stopped beatingNot a single sallow soul had asked for moreSo I put away my weapon and started weepingWell I wept because I'd been shamed, I'd been betrayed and I was bleedingSongtexteConfused and rejected I fell to the dirt and I swore as I got to my feetI opened my eyes, intending to cry out, "You bastards, I know you've been cheating!"It hit me so hard in my mind for the five hundreth time -- God damn, I have been beat.So instead of staring at the starsI try to take in everythingAnd yes, I still pronounce my 'r'sEspecially when I singAnd it's a last resort after losing againI turn my eyes to the lord and ask him if I'll ever winAnd it's a last resort after a swing and a missI turn my eyes to the lord, but does he even exist?And just before I give up and put my weapon in my beltI find a record of resilience when I look inside myselfAnd as the sun began to setI took eleven outstretched hands and shook them sweetlyAnd with no bitterness or shame passing my lipsI said, "You're not the first, but you'll be the last to beat me" Aus Songtexte Mania