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7 am May when the air is nice I'm equipped with my pills, got my doctor's advice Security is in a fine place titled HOME And all I want is to be alone I don't know who's on the payphone He chats away with a Boston lisp On the love he found with a man named Chris I eavesdrop from the laundry room That was when the footsteps came A soft rain smashing his parade The thunder of beratings running amok Followed by fists removing his blood To the soundtrack of elevator music I concentrate on the music I won't flinch My clothes are still drying I won't flinch Right now no one anywhere is dying After the storm the walls seeped tears Silence speaking slurs, denying my ears His eyes ajar and glazing But how they seemed to sparkle Right now no one anywhere is dying Aus Songtexte Mania