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Behold the drift of a distant sun Cold as my own heart Blind at the edge of no return Every time I dare depart I believe the myth may illuminate An anchor in dry weeds At the end of July in a fake fur coat Hoping that your heart still needs me I concede there's beauty in bubblegum And rolling up my sleeves To advertise the new freedom I accept that I can't receive Behold the gift of a distant sun The canyons full of loose bones The metals and brambles and the jack bitch boss Thundering down from his thrown Aus Songtexte Mania