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She climbs the tower, gun in handEvery day at 5 PMShe has a ball, she has a planShe kills imaginary menKills them with her lipstick headBut she's safe from themCause they don't understandMy guts fell out the top of my headI'll live without themI have my days for sureBut I don't count themWhen everything's just rightI'll come down off my mountainI'm out of sorts right nowBy then I will have found themDon't call me the weird oneI watch them come and go all nightI serve them, listen to their shitThese people just aren't rightMy guts fell out the top of my headI'll live without themI have my days for sureBut I don't count them Aus Songtexte Mania