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augustus, you keep fooling mei have these wry epiphanies, like i could changethe excess or auxiliarywe fuck it up with envy and accost in vainevery word the samethe impending truth of our wellborn youththe subsequent or the demiseto praise or to antagonize, it all sounds the samethe arrogant teenage prestigeseems like such a distinctive breeddisheveled fame taking steady aimon cerebral wealth, or my own personal helland i put down the pen, a disjointed rebirthof celebrities among the scum of the earthand you look back confused you know that i will be there tooaugustus, you keep fooling mei have this sensibility i can't suppressand we carry such a heavy burden with every vulnerable word we can't expressand there's nothing to loseSongtextewhen there's no room to moveand the frivolity is a temporary havenlike what we're drinking or what record's playing Aus Songtexte Mania