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[Music: P. Wagner/Lyrics: P. Wagner] They came along last night I knew again there was no end in sight. We all had too much. We needed a break to let it out our guts. So we turned it on to its highest point shot far over the line when its fun we dropped out on the edge stumbling on the edge Set the mind afire let the engine run overpowered 'n'break the bonds of sleep feed the overdose with all to keep And we turned it on to its highest point shot far over the line when it's fun we dropped out on the edge stumbling on the edge One the edge when there's no point to go further there's no way to turn the steerwheel 'round. What else left then to take it as a man accept the final rest for now and wait for the return. From Letras Mania