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He says he sells an escape With an hour forty of projected scripted goodness A brand new moral revelation For anyone who's hungry To believe it, eat it My lungs are so tired So sick of always sighing My posters, my CDs Are breaking my heart When they shouldn't be And to think he wore his cape Till he had to leave And oh, all these villains play the heroes on TV All these perverts in my headphones Talk to me when I was young And listening to them Now their prose sounds clumsy Like they're trying to be anything but honest often My lungs are so tired So sick of always sighing My posters, my CDs Are breaking my heart SongtexteWhen they shouldn't be And to think he wore his cape Till he had to leave And oh, all these villains play the heroes on TV No trust for the song of the Summer, baby No trust for the song of the Spring The tune is stuck in my head But now I can't just get it to leave Oh, what a horrible feeling listening Oh, to someone who does nothing Aus Songtexte Mania