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I always had a bloody lip, always Those Cadillacs just float over the road They don't even know the road is there How is it they know me well in the wine store There is no question of it It's the blank eyed and boxed face that don't understand Age makes no difference Shape makes no difference I observe that all collects dust here as everywhere The most whited things fade and emerge to no color Dust enters into all being And man who came from dust, to dust shall he return Aus Songtexte Mania