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GraspingThrough the drywallMyMy house used to be right thereFallow, fallow retail space amenableMy house used to be right thereOh it's a metaphorFor suicide, suicideIt's just an ad forHotdogs, hotdogsDancers crunchingBlack bar over the eyesCurled into a ballIn the back of the carLaughing as night fallsA simulation of war crimesSome of the worst life (Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot)Feigned in the car (Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot)Start true towards (Idiot, idiot, idiot)For the back will meet (Idiot, idiot, idiot)Over the eyesSongtexteCurled into a ball in the backOver the eyesOver the eyesOver the eyesCurled into a ball in the back of the carCurled into a ball up the hinterlands (Sit in the back of the main lane)Upon avon (Of the main lanes)Upon parking lotsCalling avon, calling avon (I want to, I)We've never (Grasping)Had a sales event quite like this (Through the drywall, my house used toMy house used to be right thereChoke a swan to deathBehind the bleachersMy house used to be right thereOh it's a metaphorFor suicide, suicideMaybe it's just an ad forHotdogs, hotdogs Aus Songtexte Mania