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Waiting on a black car To take me from my home Bags are in the hall And the dog is at the door For a hundred days She will wonder where her other mother went And I will spread my name like a gambler praying for some providence Sitting in a black car Thinking of my father Trying to live my dreams And not forget to call Who knows how few days we have left to live to love someone at all? If I'm first to the grave, I am proud of what I gave I am proud Thinking of a black car That'll take away my pain My mind it gets dark And I get blinded by my shame I do not fear death, but I will not steal the blade out of his hands I will stay my course, turn my pain into beauty when I can Aus Songtexte Mania