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The ghost of Sigmund Freud is lying in my bedAnd a hundred different movies are playing in my headAnd each one's script is different from the things I did and saidAnd it changes the end of the storySo 15 turns 35 in the blink of a blackened eyeAnd every crisis that made me cryIs either half-dead?or half-aliveEvery tiny wrinkle on my face Is a road map to another placeA battle scar, a fallen starI guess I should be happy that I made it this farBut the ghost of Sigmund Freud is lying in my bedAnd a hundred different movies are playing in my headAnd each one's script is different from the things I did and saidAnd it changes the end of the storySo I didn't kiss you that one timeWould it have changed my life?Would it have changed my mind?Would my ship be on a different course?Would I not have this job?Would I not have my divorce?So I didn't have the nerve to make a move on youDoes that even compare to the cancer scare in '92?SongtexteOr is it just another entry on a long list of regretsAnd if I practice real hard, maybe I'll forget?The ghost of Sigmund Freud is lying in my bedAnd a hundred different movies are playing in my headAnd each one's script is different from the things I did and saidAnd it changes the end of the storyTime is a bitchIt's something I keep losingI feel it's cold hand coming from behindPulled through the yearsAs moments turn to memoriesAnd all the tears that filled up tissuesAre blown away by other issuesSwept beneath the carpets of my mindWhere the ghost of Sigmund Freud is still lying in my bedAnd a hundred different movies are playing in my headAnd each one's script is different from the things I did and saidAnd it changes the end of the storyIt changes the end of the story Aus Songtexte Mania