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I'm examining your new apartmentthrough grainy cell phone pictures wherethe backlight ripples through your windowsand pixels glisten in your hair.But as these borders grow more rigidwith every vague domestic threatwith each inflated obligationit's the most we can expect.I'm stalled in a haze without you, I'm typing half drunkenly.I'm emoting in lower cases, unpunctuated fits.I'll circle around your ankles like a dizzy chain of beesto sting the shackles of citizenship.And you still can't leave the countryon account of your arrestfor knocking down a police officerat a late 90's protest.So our parcels will clear customscovered in literal red tape.The contents bend though they ship cushionedand anything fragile will break. I'm stalled in a haze without you, I'm typing half drunkenly.SongtexteI'm emoting in lower cases, unpunctuated fits.I'll circle around your ankles like a dizzy chain of beesto sting the shackles of citizenship.Bold lines etched by old ties and plebiscites.Bold lines denied by thin wires and satellites.I'm stalled in a haze without you, I'm typing half drunkenly.I'll circle around your ankles like a dizzy chain of beesA chain of bees stingingat the shackles of citizenship. Aus Songtexte Mania