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I take burns, cigarette burnsThey take turns watching my squirmThey fill urns, id-filled urnsFan with ferns; when will I learn?When I troll and drive them crazy'til all my best friends hate meI spill icky commentaryOn every passing ladyI expect no consequencesBased on how rough my past isAnd ignore a well-lit army circling meWhen I take burns, cigarette burnsThey take turns watching my squirmThey fill urns, id-filled urnsFan with ferns; when will I learn?When I roll my eyes at my bossAnd stew about my time lostWhen every bit of freedomIs spent wrapped up in dream-gauzeThey say Anthony's a nice dudeWell, some sources mislead youAnd I am no exception latelySongtexteWhen I take burns, cigarette burnsThey take turns watching my squirmThey fill urns, id-filled urnsFan with ferns; when will I learn?I would go into specificsThat's what I tend to doBut the vaguer that I keep this,the quicker we'll be throughI've got mounds of good intentionsAnd a heap of payment plansBut some tar dilutes my purenessI'm your in-debt regretful manI'm your in-debt regretful manI'm your in-debt regretful manI'm your in-debt regretful manWhen I take burns, cigarette burnsThey take turns watching me squirmThey fill urns, id-filled urnsFan with ferns; when will I learn? Aus Songtexte Mania