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Like ghost games, I conjure up Pictures of events in my mind. The swearing and the cannons of laughter, The buzz of static counting out time. What I wish would have happened, I now paint and dress it up well, And send it like Truth to the tape, Letting history swell. Fingerprints are all but gone, So I can make up the story as it SongtexteGoes along. There might be the good old days If all the right things get forgotten. A smile can still be photogenic If you can't see the molars are rotten. I hope you've had revalations Since I left you behind. I'll at least pretend that you're happy To stop guilt from making me come untied, since Fingerprints are all but gone, So I can make up the story as it Goes along. Those fingerprints, They're almost gone. I can make up the story As it goes along. Aus Songtexte Mania