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Take 4679, Part two, hour eight, hour eight Yeah! Heaven is a place here on your floor I'm falling off the carpet edge and it’s a long way down, down I laid before the monuments of love Now I'm buried underneath them So maybe when we're old or dead Then we could all hang out But probably not No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway No one likes this anyway, anyway So, tell me what I want But only when I want Tell me what I want To hear (Now!) You only see the dark side of my love (Lovе) A fetish for the afterlifе, and dented microphones Sharp enough to cut Now our lips are bleeding from the touch But you don’t see the difference between The color of the dry blood and the rust Well so Songtexte Tell me what I want But only when I want Tell me what I want To hear (Ahh!) So, tell me what I want But only when I want Tell me what I want To hear What if I told you I'm phasing out And I'm not wearing any skin? I hope you leave a scar Or can we just get deeper? Heaven is a place we can't afford And life goes on, and on, and the peace feels nice Maybe I should find another ride 'cause No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway No one likes this anyway, anyway Tell me what I want Only when I want Tell me what I want To hear Tell me what I want Only when I want Tell me what I want To hear Aus Songtexte Mania