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The clouds are holding up the dawn they're stilts or crutches I can't tell which one to keep the short days looking longer or to keep the sunlight from falling on broken legs but the night's disguise is wearing thin caught me looking through your eyes no I'm not doing alright I'm just as stupid and desperate as I've always been all the uselessness I write just come at me with a knife come cut this sickness from my mind help me forget about a shattered lie bleed my failure into something right the boss man said there's no more work this winter so go on home now and check back in the spring some dreams turned out to be a nightmare that you can't afford so it's coming in on a credit card get yourself all prettied up my love come here close let me tie that ironed ribbon on the dress I bought you it's the perfect one for the perfect night with the perfect woman but the night's disguise is wearing thin Aus Songtexte Mania