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songs for tourists, some from friendsthey like the ones with weird instrumentssongs for people that i used to knowthey send me invites, but i never goan ode to heavy eyes, too much spacetoo much time to think about this awful placei got nothing to prove, i ain't nothing but moleculesi'm doing nothing but wasting words, breaking my own rulesso i've broken a heart or two, who's to say (?)who's to say i mean anything to anyone?they're throwing coins in the case, i'm singing out your namebut saying the truth outloud it just ain't the samewe're crossing statelines, robbing rich food banksi tried to call you from a pay phone last nightin some southern statean ode to a traveling band, who's home is the time it takesto get from gas stations to ends of interstates.living in this sleeping bag, what city am i in?i've taken advantage, i miss my best friendso maybe i've taken you for grantedmaybe it's the mind frame i'm innone of it means anything if you're alone in the end. Aus Songtexte Mania