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And I drink my drink from your mug made of tinBut what happened 7/31/76 that made them etch your name and the date?What'd I miss? It was a SaturdayYou got your wasting You got awayYou got your dadHis dying daysYou got it allAnd I've been wastingI've been awayIt's not that bad, most daysThose towns that shut down so earlyI think of your body right where it should beAnd I think I should get rid of itThat old brown chair clicked and rang loud as hellYou said you were a drunk, it rang loud as hellAnd your brother said, "bullshit"I never told anyone but it kept me awakeSpring sleep's never been good to me anywayI got your picture sitting on the sinkYou were so young, so skinny, so quick to laughWater dripped and hit your cheek in the right spotIt ruined my week, when I just wanted to wash the filth offI have this feeling where I'm still owed somethingEvery April I'm reminded about those bright flowers they talk aboutAnd every May I'm reminded that it's better buried in black and whiteSongtexteAnd I'll allow myself this tonightYou got your wasting You got awayYou got your dadHis dying daysYou got it allYou got it allAnd I've been wastingI've been awayIt's not that bad, most days Aus Songtexte Mania