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Recall the time we straddled your window pane And smoked the last of the weed that sent you insaneIn a public loo in a borough of London that I won't mentionYou phoned me in Minnesota, said you had a vital questionAnd as we smoked you feared your neighbours might seeWe watched a fon rip out the contents of each Bin-bag that we lined the road and then you turned to see me mouth,"Those entrails are how I'll feel when you decide to leave me"Now I've a whole lot of hate for the island Since your friends buried you down there 6 feet deep beneath the sandBut at least I know we'll never be that far now from each otherJust a couple hundred feet either side of sea levelIt's no lie that if the waters rose and drowned that place from coast to coastYou wouldn't see this smile leave my face for all eternity Aus Songtexte Mania