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Bite your tongueTwist it into sentencesBlock your ears Leave no room for critiquePreach your nonsense until all cry murderYour world it crumbles to your feetWhy change your habits now?A knack for panic and a fever for terrorA pair of shoes to get you thereAnd a Sunday school tie to matchWhy, it's just tough loveYou're the first one to throw stones And the last to plead guiltyPray to God there is nothing leftPray to God that's all that's leftNothing Aus Songtexte Mania