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I'll drown them out now.Sure remedy for a plight well known to Hanta.My monotonous disaster. I've tired of this frown.Build me an ark to escape from this tempest,Forge a life once the storm's ended.They say:"Pull yourself together boy!Chin up, don't be sensational.Who's died? be rational.For Christ's sake.What on earth's the matter boy!Self-indulgence seen in one so youngIt is not attractive, it is quite wrong." He's not a doctor, he's just a quackAnd his counsel sounds like mad-chatThough I'm sure he is a bright man I wear a awful smileMy masquerade that is something of a trialI don't doubt I'm in denial. They say:Songtexte"Pull yourself together boy!Chin up, don't be sensationalWho's died? be rationalFor Christ's sake.What on earth's the matter boy!Self-indulgence seen in one so youngIt is not attractive, it is quite wrong." The black dog grips me againEach way I turn it's by my sideIn my blood.Written. It's way too late nowCracked bones remind me that I'm flawedIt's way too late nowIn a million pieces on the floor. Aus Songtexte Mania