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I danced with the bride of the elephant man and she whispered You'll always be just a fool in the shadows Without a face, without a story of your own You'll always be a rube at the window Staring like an asshole with a quarter in your fist In line at the Corinthian Hall With a ticket, with a ticket in your hand Do you hear the knocking on the ceiling, on the walls Well Margaret Fox, I would have kept your secret I know the secret, I know it's in your toes We said Margaret are you the one, or should we look for another And then we chased you, we chased you from the hall And then we chased you, we chased you from the hall John Merrick your prayers, your prayers are all heard first Margaret Fox, I would have kept your secret, your prayers are all heard first All heard first You'll always be just a fool in the shadows Without a face, without a story of your own Of your own Staring like an asshole with a quarter in your first Tell me John, tell me I'm forgiven Don't be angry when you meet your maker Aus Songtexte Mania