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I'm just like my mother, she sighed Only she hides it better I see colours in words I'll draw pictures for you Come hear me speak about my longings All my goodness, all my cruelty When was the last time I cried? Truth be told I can't remember There was once a man who loved me He was older, he left a scar And a book about an angel Who made her way back home to God I still think about him sometimes Running my finger up its spine May he fall into a well He left me old before my time So I'm writing this here song Out on a sick bag just for you In the hopes that in the process I might conjure up a few scenarios Filled with old ghosts Who wander round dressed in your clothes Songtexte Come over here you fucked up muse Read me Sassoon Out of your head on altar wine She paused for air, she bit her lip Picked the candle, struck the match The smoke, the flame, the glow The Persian curtains start to dance Fix your eyes upon this mirror Let me grab my spirit level Swear you'll keep me safe forever Tell the truth and shame the devil So I'm writing this here song Out on a sick bag just for you In the hopes that in the process I might conjure up a few scenarios Filled with old ghosts Who wander round dressed in old suits Busy trying to compose Other anthems for doomed youth And the coin toss will decide Who's taking home the virgin bride Who knits a dress of golden silk For you to dance through gold and milk I swapped the key for the long spade Made Areto dig her own grave Come over here you fucked up muse Read me Sassoon Out of your head on altar wine Out of your head on altar wine Aus Songtexte Mania