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Rage |
Lyrics:
What kind of rage is this that throws itself out against the window pane? What kind of rage is this that keeps me guessing, keeps me running, keeps us enslaved? What kind of rage? And what kind of fool am I? Tell me again I did not understand the first eleven times.
What kind of rage is this that cloaks itself up and wanders out as fear? What kind of rage is this that kisses cheeks and lips and eyes and disappears? What kind of rage? And what kind of fool am I? Tell me again I did not understand the first eleven times.
Now I'm sorry's down. Now you hold me high. Now the kiss is found. Hugs abound, and mixed signals fly all around. Discourse down. Discourse rolls (discourse) around on me, and on me, on me...
What kind of rage is this that throws itself on the window pane? What kind of rage steals a name? And what kind of fool am I? What kind of fool am I? What kind of fool to let you do it again?