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Lying awake beside a fat ElvisBehind his shades his eyes are closedA costume accustomed, the symbol is the fatalIn circuses where clowns look fatTry waiting here, sparks burn your eyesThe armour's tight, it's not your sizeThe passion's there where we left youIt's not your size, this isn't newI watched and watch, I watch a fat ElvisAs time ushers in a new contenderNostalgia has such a pretty price tagNostalgia - such a pretty price tagA shimmer of pity surrounds a fat ElvisA memory makes him our familyThe cut-outs, the copies, the fatter in the latterThe formula in getting oldTry waiting here, sparks burn your eyesThe armour's tight, it's not your sizeThe passion's there where we left youIt's not your size, this isn't newTry waiting here, sparks burn your eyesSparks burn your eyes Aus Songtexte Mania