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We sat him down said, "You're out of control." Your mother told you that you're breaking the moldYour mouth is dry and you can't get a drinkWe wanna know what it is that you thinkHold on, hold onTearing down those walls againHold on, hold onTearing down those walls againSo hello, helloYou grab a stick and you can't get a dragYour stomach's sick with the drugs that you've hadYou hear the voices telling you to bewareYou live your life like you don't have a careHold on, hold onTearing down those walls againHold on, hold onTearing down those walls againSo hello, helloWhen the night is over and you're breathing outWhen the sky is falling Chicken Little dies Aus Songtexte Mania