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My balls are coals in the bottom of our bedThat sags with the ash of our passion spentI kicked the coals to see if they're still litOh, how much more can I take of this?I don't know how much more I can take of thisYou get undressed and I watch the showYou lie beside me but I stay coolThen the next morning again we goYou dress for work and I watch that, tooI know this tunnel will end with lightBut I can't see it, I can't see itMust be a reason to stay politeBut I can't see it, I can't see itI keep the fire alive in the nightI'm sick of sleeping in body ashOur bed is heaping with body ashWe go for coffee and comfy chairs.Your pen is to your lips but I don't stareYou lean over the table and between your hairI can't pretend that I don't see what's thereSure, sure, I'm a gentleman but this just ain't fair Aus Songtexte Mania