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tilt and whirl, rise and plummet stalled in the sky and loved it blacked out, the stars above the lot still shone on you wired on raw good luck we'll never get far enough above the sordid and sticky low-rent show that moves below i'm finding my own way around our carnivalesque common ground when are the tents coming down? Savoring stale confections and magically cheap consessions to faith in a framework built to stand a test of days i can still smell the money a net beneath everything that falls into the gap between love and pornography i'm finding my own way around our carnivalesque common ground when are the tents coming down? the medicine show comes around to peddle a prescription now to medicate mistrust of crowds the pitch coming on sickly proud there's no way around there's no way around and there's no way the carnival tents are coming down Aus Songtexte Mania