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fuck myself, nothing's heavier than what I let it be so I gun down the moon and a bottle of wine, howl at my grief my advice: stay unmoved, never chain your wolves to one girl when the end comes, it's just you and your friends vs. the world the clouds in my chest have shit the bed when I smell Mexican beer, I think of my ex and when I write long winded letters to my dad I think of my childhood and parenthood through a pen hey, hey, hey, why do I feel so lucky? hey, hey, hey, I hear a calling for the road hey, hey, hey, simple me says nothin' hey, hey, hey, I care too much to be alone the call we hear is too soft for the mouth, but not too soft for the ears Bloom with the brutes, chief away, Toulouse, chief away, Toulouse through this I choose to be the hands that loosen the noose all love and art turns, so turn or be turned Aus Songtexte Mania