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Cold, black wings, you fly and singLike a bird on Sunday mornYou've stopped in to rest here againBut I am coming downThere's no need to stay here there's nothing that you can do nowI know I neglect them, I hurt them and cheat themBut surely they can see There's more at work here than just the dangerAnd really, it's not meLet this be the last time I see your face in my townI hate your sad song and really I am coming downPlease leave me be, I've heard you this time this could bethe end of meLet this be the last time I see your face in this townI have unstitched myself in the best way I know howPlease leave me be, I hate your sad song and really I amcoming down, coming down, coming down, coming downPlease leave me be, I've heard you this time this could bethe end of me Aus Songtexte Mania