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Hunting a trace to the public pools Followed by a dozen of skaters They drag me down, and they pull me through And now I think I need a reanimator Slightly despaired as I kiss him goodbye "Sorry Boy, but I should be leaving. Before I treat you the skating kind I cast a spell and turn you into a beagle!" Recovering fast I continue my way Open the door of the building "It`s closing today ", says the man in white I turn around maybe they`re filming Ain`t loosing hope, there`s still a chance Beaching the local lido I see 4oo grannys are drifting by Over an aerea of 5 square meters I feel treatment over me This kind of treatment And this is the end and so we go... Aus Songtexte Mania