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Flys through the air with the greatest disease Takes little pills and calls them trapeze I know you're right Everything you do is right Everything I do is true Bluebell to hell Lo and behold a girl with a goal Looks so old she's made out of gold I want to live in the smallest corner of the densest mind of the fuckmost room and sing the stars they swing from the chandelier strings. You know who you are You're dead meat motherfucker You don't try to rape a goddess You are so obvious Aus Songtexte Mania