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Of all the ways to spoil the funI never thought my words could conjure upSo much hate and disdainSending all my finest giftsHoping to absorb my boorish lips, as ifYou never fell for my tricksAll the bottles of fine dry red wine transported from the west coastWill not rope her back into my armsOh just once, oh just once I'd like to thinkThat my limbs hang on a string, and I'm not responsibleI'd rather hang high on a cliff with heavy weights on my backAll pulling at my fingertips than be the reason you're in painYou can take it out on me. I'll be your punching bag if itMakes you safe. No, I won't rest this time.Oh just once, oh just once I'd like to thinkThat my limbs hang on a string, and I'm not responsibleOh just once, oh just once I'd like to thinkThat my limbs hang on a string, and I'm not responsibleNo one's smile's bright and trueNo one's heart can fill a room like youI know, I knowOh just once, oh just once I'd like to thinkThat my limbs hang on a string, and I'm not responsibleOh just once, oh just once I'd like to thinkThat my limbs hang on a string, and I'm not responsible Aus Songtexte Mania