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Call this a lock of hair Call this a fingernail Some New York voodoo to remember me by Glenn says it's not a happy ending But I disagree I'm not so sure you aren't suffocating, too More subtly We were just children then It comes to nothing You can't disagree You always moved my paintings upstairs For company's sake I hung my Ph.D. above the kitchen sink Your blue-eyed green-eyed grey-eyed Wire girl and debutante I'm tired of being Isabel Osmond If that's what you want This supposed sanctity So what are you still holding on for? Your gift-wrapped, molded dreams? Kid, you'll see me on the weekend outside Oh, nevermind Aus Songtexte Mania