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Street scarred as the Death StarOne, two, three, four ways to go downRaindrops fall like H-bombsAir raid serenading the crowdsNo soft-focus shot in some sepia stationNo strings are soundtracking this terminationOf all the places we could find to say goodbyeFor the last timeOf all the ways we could've found to say goodbyeFor the last timeOf all the places we could find to say goodbyeImmortalise our last ritesColoured Hollywood monochromeBut the final scene is just a bad dreamdrowned out by a dead monotoneNo soft-focus shot....Of all the places....Remember me oh any other place but thisFor the last timeRemember us oh any other way but thisFor the last timeOf all the places we could find to say goodbye Aus Songtexte Mania