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(Here we go, quitado)Feel like dying in my shoesI don't think that I can walk the milejust to drag you back downinto that wicked life you've madeFeel like drowning in my soupI don't think I could ever swallowwhen I read the killing lettersof your Christian middle nameI know that I don't have a pristine bone in my bodyyou're certain you can get to everyoneyou've found the perfect scapegoat in your only oneCigarette sandwich in the eveningIce cold coffee from the time you loved menow only winter runs her crippled fingersthrough my thinning hairPeople call but I don't answer I'm killing myself on the iron landingjust to watch the twilight traffic bleeding from that city squareSongtexteI know that I don't have a pristine bone in my bodyyou're certain you can get to everyoneyou've found the perfect scapegoat in your only oneI know that I don't have a pristine bone in my bodyyou're certain you can get to everyoneyou've found the perfect scapegoat in your only oneI was the only oneI was the only one Aus Songtexte Mania