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Bored to tears with my novel and this musicI clean the sheets each week, the bed that nobody usesAnd I can't tell the others what I feelThat I sometimes see the light, but Satan's realI feel his burning rageA small crack in the door turns to twelve inchesA soft rub on the back becomes two pinchesAnd I can't tell the mothers what I've doneBut if God made me mother, he made my son to cry out in the darkHold out your arms, boy, you need meThere's a tear in the free paper, crack in the (?)A room with my new lover, the anteroom of hellAnd I can't tell my lover what I've seenThe continents drifted in my dreamsAn emptiness abounds and water surrounds my last feelingEmptiness abounds and water surrounds my last feeling Aus Songtexte Mania