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I've got a picture in my bedroom drawer and I take it out just once a year to prove to you I was alive before I've got a flask inside my pocket and I'll drink it if I want to I don't need a hand to make me feel secure but it's alright, I'm not asking for no faith just leave me alone and I'll try to do the same and it's alright, I just like the way you look at me So God help me if I can't make that change I've got a song I've sung about fifty times but I keep slurring every other line I say it's what keeps me honest when I write but I've got backwards way of thinking where the blacks and whites all get reversed some kind of symphonic-like plight I hold so dear but it's alright, I'm not asking for no faith just leave me alone and I'll try to do the same and it's alright, I just like the way you look at me So God help me if I can't make that change Songtexteyour lips are a tragedy a genocide in a cacophony of a sound that's not quite pure played by a sad singer in an old hotel on a piano bench at the ballroom bar it's the only tune he knows and now he's drunk as hell as he hits the keys a hint stale perfume and cheap whiskey the sights begin to blurr he said "it was a small mistake, it was a small mistake, it was a small mistake" it was a catastrophe but it's alright, I'm not asking for no faith just leave me alone and I'll try to do the same and it's alright I just like the way you look at me so God help me if I can't make that change so I'll keep my eyes on yours if you keep yours on mine Aus Songtexte Mania