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You've got your and i've got my very own way of decline guess someday it'll be soon i burn this whole town down and slip back in mama's womb Poor mary's too old Poor mary's too old too old to die! let me inhale your lies like smoke it feels so good to die that slow collectin' kisses like you always do the only lie I told is to be true Poor mary's too old Poor mary's too old Songtextetoo old to die meet me down at the tracks with a kitchen-knife in my back i burned your pillow i love these flames poor mary's too old poor mary's too old too old to die Aus Songtexte Mania