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I was not supposed to lose a friend or cling to a woman What shouldn't happen happens, and it happens quite often You meet a stranger here once, and you meet them someother time there You change your style completelyon the very day that you do not care So it's gonna be farewell my lovely I've no idea where the hell I'm gonna be So it's gonna be Blues and Booze in the morning And if I'm lucky, maybe, Fine cut skirts and distant teasing Some day they'll find my body, black and blue in the West Coast Kelp I've tried to sleep more often but even brandy doesn't help And I'm dead dead you'll be the one to mourn for me You'll empty the freezer and throw my ashes back into the sea. Aus Songtexte Mania