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I'll take the sweet escape andYou know that time's a race aroundTo catch us on the other sideWhere can disaster go whenI know we're pigeon-holedPigeon-holed from anything that we hadAnd tell me the truth:Are you simply retarded?Are you dead?Is it quite alright?Tell me my father thatWe can't be anything else but this in your good timeBut we still know that we can never talk about itAnd we have sweet florence if you wanna think out loudAnd why can I still think of you every time I look at herBut I swear to God, I'll never go to CanadaI'll find you in the road andI'll slit your fucking throat, you whoreAnd we'll never have to meet againWhere can disaster go when I know we're pigeon-holedPigeon-holed from anything that we hadAnd tell me my master that we're so excited to be hereSongtexteAnd tell me my father that we can't be anything, anything if you know you're rightBut we still know that we can never... And we have sweet florence if you wanna...And why can I still think of you every time I...But I swear to God, I'll never go to Canada Aus Songtexte Mania