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I am done making fun of myself, On the first day of september i do declare. To the birds on the roofs and the drunkards walking loose I am done making fun of myself. There's a tree in the yard that i can blindly trust To remain when my pain pains no more There's no you, there's no me, There's no way i go back in. I am done making fun of myself. Aus Songtexte Mania