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Blankets drying over his old bed Drop the casket in the ground Ivory like the second time you married Pure no more And secrets found out Sleep on the floor of a stranger's house Tell myself I could be someone else Once familiar things can lose their shape You won't even recognize my face In the empty frame that's taken its place The phone rings Early morning Brought the bad news There's no good way to tell you Sort through memories in my head Look for meaning in things you've said Long enough ago to forget So I think of it every day to keep the wound fresh Aus Songtexte Mania