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Hunched over a microphone, You're whispering and I moan, Hardly moving, one toe tapping. In a hushed tone and eyes turned low, While the space you take up grows, I grow weak and my heart's collapsing. Yeah I look at you, you look like shit, But that's got nothing to do with it, You open your mouth and a god comes out. I look at you, you look like shit, But that's got nothing to do with it, You open your mouth and a god comes out. It's two forty-five in the morning, Being lonely just gets boring, It's too late now to get wasted. Yeah It's two forty-five in the morning, Being lonely just gets boring, It's too late now to get wasted. I look at you, you look like shit, But that's got nothing to do with it, SongtexteYou open your mouth and a god comes out. I look at you, you look like shit, But that's got nothing to do with it, You open your mouth and a god comes out. I'm in my room and all alone You're turned up loud there's no-one home, You're faceless and my eyes are closed. I'm in my room and all alone You're turned up loud there's no-one home, You're faceless and my eyes are closed. I look at you, you look like shit, But that's got nothing to do with it, You open your mouth and a god comes out. Yeah I look at you, you look like shit, But that's got nothing to do with it, You open your mouth and a god comes out. Aus Songtexte Mania