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Was the the train wreck? Was she your last drag? Was she the little piece of mind you thought you once had? Was she the cure-all, or just the disease? Was she the ransack, or the good denim jeans? Maybe the money spent Maybe the bad nights Maybe the deep wound left behind a spider bite Maybe the head hung inside a toilet seat Maybe the vampire searching for someone to bleed Hey, it's whatever she wants to be Hey, that's whatever she's gonna be Out there roaming the night Guess I'm the only boy she won't bite Was she the wedding dress drenched all in gasoline? Was she the new-age Jezebel dog treat? Was she the warhead, or the firecracker? Was she death itself, or whatever comes after? Maybe a suckerpunch Maybe the common thread Maybe the gray teeth pulling on a cigarette Maybe the absolute SongtexteMaybe the in-between Maybe a fortune teller with no-one there to read And she waits, and she knows herself too well She stares at her hands, but still can't tell When good luck comes around She packs up all her cards and jumps town Was she the trophy wife? Was she the wanderer? Was she the only spell in life that you've been under? Was she the broken string, or the whole symphony? Maybe the upright, perfectly out-of-key Maybe a tar pick filled up with ancient bone Maybe the footsteps you hear when you're home alone Maybe the prize bird losing its feathers Maybe the glue that just won't hold your shit together Was she the blood moon that means disaster? Maybe she's nothing close to what you think you're after When all at once, man, you wake and come to You know exactly what it is that she was to you Aus Songtexte Mania