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In a fever-fit of deadweight exhaustionthe sun lays down behind Patterson Stthe time card punch sings the end of the daythe smoke stacks keep puffin' - they don't take breaksyoung girls worry in bathroom mirrorsget dolled up for high hopes that lead to bad mistakesyoung boys play grown-up talkin' shit in the parking lotpretending to be so much tougher than they areFrom the first story windowsillthe old drunk looks out toward the sporting fieldit's about this time on almost every eveninghe says, "I almost made it."the buildings, they are so tired of the lives insideeternal tenants of sedated dreamscommunicate this to the radiator hissthe creak in the floorboards and bad pipesOh, it's amazinghow fast your life can pass at a slow paceoh, it's incredible how the scenery faltersbut the faces stay the sameInside of downtown in the arms of a lukewarm nightshoes clickin' to the neon flickerin'down the blocks that he hated to loveSongtextepassed the drug store where he was caught stealinghis mother cried for two hours straightpassed the diner and the tip top clubwhere cops and slaves shoot their pool and self-medicatePassed those gas stationswith lottery tickets that move like drugspassed the churches where philanthropy is spoiledby translation in detailMemories came in that foggy floodas goose bumps jumped on his skinthe bus stations and a phone number far awayhe sighed, there is no going backoh, in the big scheme, none of this will mean much at allso I'm gonna do it all if I can be thereoh it's all so beautiful it's unbearableoh it's unbearable that it is beautiful Aus Songtexte Mania