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I've been incommunicado for going on three daysand the silence stings staccato around my ears and faceand my hands are cold and shakingfrom my latest fall from graceand I'm ashamed to have to tell youwhat I've managed to misplaceI could have been in California for coming up now on nine yearsbut I wouldn't be here pining for you- I never would have made my way out herewhere Dahmer sings the blues with Liberace as they sip on fifty cent beersand watch themselves on a tube Hitachi holding hands in a bathroom mirrorwhen you coming home when you coming home when you coming home? Aus Songtexte Mania