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This one's forShane Bennett from my pastWe were 6 years oldwhen he moved awayto his grandfather's in Napervillefor reasons mom couldn't explainBut I learned about the widow-maker in the closetand the man left swinging from itSome things are best left not discussed;but I must, but I must, but I mustThis one's forthe man outside the White Housein Woodstock, ILI filled in on drums that nightI wasn't informed of all the skinheads thereThey dragged him to a place with dimmer lightsI saw a 6-on-1 of pain from the back windowand I kept my young eyes lowSome things are best left not discussed;but I must, but I must, but I mustSongtexteThis one's foryet another one of my ex-girlfriendsSorry I wanted to bethat small black piece between your teeththat embarrasses you when you hack at a smileI know that you're tryingAnd I don't know a thing about the new you,but I know that we're both okaySome things are best left not discussed;but I must, but I must, but I must Aus Songtexte Mania