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I sit and do a drawing A portrait of my dad I should really visit him Before he is dead Cause we are getting old Our cells just won't divide like they're told And I'm not really good at this kind of thing Should I take the advice of the graffiti on the wall telling me to "go suck it" Or should I listen to the voices ringing in my head like a broken bell Can I meet someone nice on the other side looking for more than just a good time But I don't think it's fine to expect that the universe was born with such a good temper I sit and do a drawing A portrait of my mom as a child I wish we could just get along like we used to Cause we are getting older Our cells just won't divide like they told us And I'm not very good at this kind of thing No, I'm not really good at this Aus Songtexte Mania