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Well-fed and warm Relaxing and clean There's nothing wrong with this sleepy routine But we've all got our ghosts, our vices and hooks And we bury them all to avoid dirty looks But I've been looking at shovels and planning an excavation A fuck-up revival, a deadbeat vacation I can see you're way beyond high, a glazed gleam in your eye Clothes ripped up, missing a shoe, smiling at the sky Can you promise that you won't come through one more time Can you get us in over our heads one more time Can you leave me hanging out to dry one more time And then come back like nothing ever happened Aus Songtexte Mania