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We speak in the store I'm a sensitive bore and you're markedly more and I'm oozing surprise But it's late in the day and you're well on your way what was golden went gray and I'm suddenly shy And all the gathering floozies afford to be choosy and all sneezing darkly in the dimming divide I have read the right books to interpret your looks you were knocking me down with the palm of your eye This is unlike the story it was written to be you were riding its back when it used to ride me We were galloping manic Songtexteto the mouth of the source we were swallowing panic in the face of its force and I am blue I am blue and unwell, make me bolt like a horse. Now it's done. Watch it go. You've changed some. Water running from the snow. Am I so dear? Do I run rare? And you've changed some: peach, plum, pear. Aus Songtexte Mania