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Faint as my head hits the ground and watch the colour of your clothes Slowly fade to black As this motion picture ends Its sharpening to the senses Through your eyes glorified in this last scene In this last scene Your ageing years make this town beautiful come summertime Your ageing years make it so hard to prove you're right Come this saturday night Leaves your life in my hands Because theres nothing they can do for you now This saturday night leaves your life in my hands I said it best with those words I kept from you. x2 Your ageing years make this town beautiful come summertime Your ageing years make it so hard to prove you're right Come this saturday night Leaves your life in my hands Because theres nothing they can do for you now This saturday night leaves your life in my hands Faint as my head hits the ground and watch the colour of your clothes Slowly fade to black As this motion picture ends Aus Songtexte Mania