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[Ceschi: with a faux British accent] Francisco False, they all hate you, the way you stop to comb your hair Out to the left, because you claim that it's what God does And everybody stares and giggles, when they see you dancing by Laughing at jokes, that you have killed with, in your own head Don't fool yourself Francis They won't come back again And you're not all alone at all like you predicted listen You might as well just go to sleep Might as well... go to sleep... Aus Songtexte Mania