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I was talking again at an assembly of friends We were close, we were close, we were close to the end We had a blood connection and other difficulties We don't write memoirs, we write massive autobiographies I heard the clanging clunk of the cinema bell In my reverie There was a boy on the screen, apologetically Offering, offering a pet bird to a priest We had the one ambition: to grow up quickly and be In the privilege of the relevant authority I remembered my tear-ducts existed and worked, like land mines they hurt So then it proved impossible to answer understandable FAQs from them I heard the clanging clunk of the cinema bell In my reverie I had a fast and full recovery Enjoying grapes and 7-UP Whereupon the sacred heart above me interrupts: Do you want to come to a better town with me, town with me? Do you want to come to a better town with me, town with me? Do you want to come to a better town with me, town with me? They would have stayed awake for anyone else Aus Songtexte Mania