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In to turn the knobs on the radio play this favorite song for you girl learn to sing it alone in your one room home the unbalanced low i hold here inside my throat for you i will see you later on unless you want me in your door and if the sun polls as it was for me to just stay over drawing swords along your legs neither pad or pencil and don't wanna walk you to your trip hold you for just a little hold you for just a little hold you for just a little while until its time for you to drive back to that southern state your home a whisper fish there dying on a desert town need and fold the era between our minds crass and grope the fingers for stretching out oh sure ive got friends but i won't be going down on them i will see you one more time unless you want me in your door i could kneel here on the ground and face in souths direction but i would be here waiting long belief is not cooperative Songtextewhy can't you whisk yourself away to be in philadelphia to be in philadelphia to be in philadelphia The winter helps lying on my window sill its been far to long since i haven't prayed myself goodnight waking down both equally testified one last time to look on that screen where meter hides i will see you one last time unless you want me in your door if the air smells fucking great i think we solved our problems and if the fear won't close my eyes then we'll all just disappear and if we come back here again will it have grown that older will it have grown that older will it have grown that older until we fail to recognize i'll trip over my eyes Aus Songtexte Mania