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He woke He knew that he was dying He spoke And found that he was flying Upstairs High above the city Through the ceiling of the stars So cruel and pretty Arms spread across the dark river The night air causing him to shiver Like the fluorescent lights in the Seven Eleven Meet me in the backstreets of heaven I don't wanna kiss you goodbye I don't wanna kiss you goodbye Hello, hello, hello, how the time flies I don't wanna kiss you goodbye He woke He knew that he was dying He spoke And found that he was flying Upstairs High above the city Through the ceiling of the stars SongtexteSo cruel and pretty Electric lines and wispy jet contrails Ships at sea and B&O train rails A tunnel of light like the Seven Eleven Meet me in the backstreets of heaven Aus Songtexte Mania