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Memory makes lovers of us allSo I left her there and waited down the hallI saw something sad when I was smallMemory makes others of us allLet's go to the discoI know Rome is burningIt's the Feast Of Saint SebastianWhen the butterflies get pinnedHang your tears from chandeliersIt appears we are learnin'Getting older is a fucking dragWe have a snagIt's sadBut it's not the end of the world, JonahIt's not the end of the world, Jonah?Come out!? he shoutsI had a dream last nightI was wearing boots againGoing to the opera with a Stanley knifeYou looked younger too inside that spotlightSinging The Happiest Days Of My LifeLet's go to the discoSongtexteI know Rome is burningIt's the Feast Of Saint SebastianWhen the butterflies get pinnedHang your tears from chandeliersIt appears we are learnin'Getting older is a fucking dragWe have a snagIt's sadBut it's not the end of the world, JonahIt's not the end of the world, Jonah?Come out!? he shoutsLet's some drinking red wine and Coca-ColaWith some skinhead girl from BarcelonaBut neither of us are any closer to the Holy Grail Aus Songtexte Mania