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It's late. It's just us alone in heaps at center stageamong the programs and bouquets crushed on the floor.We stay, we'll frolic in the simulated snowand drown the memories of the show that still remain.These games of dress up that consume us utterly.Oh, the pageantry, the empty seats, the lights.And hey, will we be haunted by indifference and regretand the incalculable debt we'll be stuck with?We try for something something lastingbetween the rentals and reviews.Oh that was such inspired casting.It does invigorate the room.And this alcoholic haze will ultimately fade,but what's left, but what's left?And then one errant strand of hair slips from your braidand it shivers you the cadence of your breath.You stretch, you're sprawled out like a half packed parachuteand every universal truth reveals itself.To try for something something lastingbetween the rentals and reviews.Oh that was such inspired casting.It does invigorate the room.SongtexteAnd this alcoholic haze will ultimately fade,but what's left, but what's left?These adrenalinic ghosts still linger in their hosts.That's what's left. That's what's left. Aus Songtexte Mania