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Holy ghosts and talk show hosts tell the story the story well tell the story well this time. I'm just to lazy to finish my thoughts so I close my eyes so I don't have to watch myself slip away. It's like a day dream I can't complain I lose my mind on an airplane. Spread my ashes in the nearest town on the windiest day they won't hit the ground I finished last on the coldest day I break my heart every single day. Holy ghosts and talk show hosts tell the stories well I can't complain. Aus Songtexte Mania