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Neben "Cure" die zweite alte Poets-Nummer. Wieder ein schön kryptischer Text von Bammi und ein ruhiger durchgängiger "Flow".

Was zum Abschalten.
 
1. Str.

If it hurts deep inside
And you've got no one
To leave behind

If you are brusque
Accept no excuse
No place to hide
No will to confide

Ref.

I guess you like my home
I bet you adore me now

2. Str.

If you conform
In their mediocrity
Feelings are opaque
No place to flee

If you're bruised
Wounded like hell
There will be no one you can tell

Oh, I never thought we'd reach this point
Of no return
Of no progress

Ref.

I guess you like my home
I bet you adore me now

3. Str.

When the stains on your soul
Growing like cancer
Feeling sour
When you laugh
It's the laughter of death
You only check
Lest I forget

Ref.

I guess you like my home
I bet you adore me now