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I took a blowtorch to the candle pissed off everyone I know now I'm flying off the handle with a thousand miles to go well, black coffee, booze and cigarettes have kept me running on fumes now I'll call you in November don't expect to see me soon I wrote a letter to your mother said give her a kiss for me I'm not in San Francisco proper and I'm not with Miss Marie keep your distance, sweetheart don't get a whiff of this disease it'll have you on the ropes before it has you on your knees not quite so nice don't ask me twice those words turn (piss) to ice I took a blowtorch to the candle now I'm screaming down the phone SongtexteI speak exclusively in circles trying to keep from dying alone so many damn distractions can't stay on one thought too long just put a flower on my tombstone have a chuckle when I'm gone Aus Songtexte Mania