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Cursing crimson walls A thousand or so souls on the floor Shouldering away through strobe and intoxicated Having berated himself in the hall And not for the last time There's never a last time He's waiting again for the inevitable flash of recognition Yelling in casual tones I'll just go and say hello Strange things these obligations Strange things these invitations It's never the last time, is it? From what can you take your leave If the senses have been smashed to smithereens? He'll have to cop this sweet Although there is nothing sweet about it Nothing at all Aus Songtexte Mania