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"Thank you very much. It's delightful to be here." I hate it when you're alive I smear myself with honey from places even bees don't hide and hidden camera hookers travel the world by train I'm in love with a monster endlessly destined for the drain and you my friend are impossibly against everything but when you wear a green tuxedo you dance where they tell you to sing so erase all thoughts of racing home to cut off the king make your home on a star, as Mary Anna Lizbeth grows wings, she's the overseer of precious things now into the river's eye we shake like some paper taped to a car passing by and expert animators think they know which way we move I'm a sucker for sequels and here comes the one where we lose a piano grand where every single key turns to black a hopeful frequent loser makes his presence known from Songtextethe back it's the way he moves that suggests he might turn and attack greet your new home Mary Anna this is where we finally unpack can everybody hear me in back? "Another year is to pass before I come of age. Come back at Thanksgiving. Return to me at Thanksgiving. Then I will answer." Aus Songtexte Mania