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With both eyes closed I blew out his windows A cheap shot I know but someone had to do it It isn't like he deserves it that's easy for you to say He's not our kind, he's not your type Just look into his eyes On my side of town We let the lights go down Get out our knives and go for a long drive I'm nothing special, a yard sale collectable for your table Eventually you'll too gather dust like the rest of us Left out to rust Tell me tongith, can we be magnetic Lightning will strike and all of us will get in Now that I'm social I'm at your disposal A chair at the table Eventually you'll too gather dust like the rest of us Left out to rust Aus Songtexte Mania