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the curtain's a sea anemone in the way it sways to the slow breeze I lie spread out on the floor looking at these things and most of them are yours and it's so nice sitting very still without those old shoes I could never fill starfish with its arms out in a daze staring at the stars through an ocean haze was I one you wished upon? burned out like a lightbulb when you turned me on and it's so nice sleeping here all alone with my ashtray and white courtesy telephone now I'm making out the shapes like the shower rod - can it take my weight? I will tell you I am fine I got some news, friend, feels like I'm dying turtle on its back in the desert sea and you look like a cool drink Songtextejust slightly out of reach draw myself into the shell waiting on a sign from god or a nod from hell and it's so nice sitting very still without those old shoes I could never fill no we're turning on the lights it's the first day of my second life take my name off of the lease you can even keep the name it never suited me Aus Songtexte Mania