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stretch marks are all healing and the age of wonder's ended all the heroes are high schoolers and all the villains apprehended something sinister seems missing like a disco with no floors there's no pennies in the fountains and no adventures without swords and i've wasted all my summer nights in factories and trash-bins like my days are epic poems in which nothing really happens and it won't be her i'll be missing just that sad late-summer ache just the constant listening to Pet Sounds at midnight around the lake and i know that something's burning though i only find the ash like a leviathan lurking somewhere deep below the splash so lend me all your submarines Songtexteand take me to your caverns all the pipes are screaming space ships in the tvs and the taverns and when i'm tired of dreaming bar-stools i'll go home and dream in bed but those hackneyed stories have no wonder and the villains are all dead and it won't be her i'll be missing just that sad melodic sigh and how i could stand so tiny but with my fists up in the sky and I felt it in the desert and it shook me half awake and I saw it in chicago in the lights and in the lake and i felt it in the suburbs and i dreamed it in my bed and i'll sing it 'til i get dried out or i'm boring or i'm dead now i'm peddling pink cashmere though ask why, i could not say and the gears are ever turning every minute, every day and if i don't keep up running make me terrible and grey we can watch that summer feeling get swallowed up by the days (and I'm going to run to the beach, now and I'm going to run to the beach, now and I'm gonna run to the beach, now) and so i'll just run and run and the gears'll be undone and i'll just run and run and the gears'll be undone and if i'll just run and run and the gears'll be undone and i'll just run and run the gears'll be undone Aus Songtexte Mania