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I learned when I was just seventeen To be forgotten was a bit obscene But that don't really matter much to you So when I was just twenty-one I went out and I bought a gun And I will never be away from you I want to be your Blown Away Baby I want to be your dead sweetheart I want to be your Blown Away Baby My ring on your finger, my head on your dress Even though I'll be dead and gone For future years I will always be young Picture perfect tragic for all time Even though I'll be dead and gone You can dip your handkerchief in my blood A martyr and memento all at once SongtexteI want to be your Blown Away Baby I want to be your dead sweetheart I want to be your Blown Away Baby My ring on your finger, my head on your dress Jackie O fashions a blood stained mess I want to be your Blown Away Baby I want to be your dead sweetheart I want to be your Blown Away Baby My ring on your finger, my head on your dress Jackie O fashions a blood stained mess Visceral plumage a restrained effect I want to be your Blown Away Baby I want to be your dead sweetheart I want to be your Blown Away Baby My ring on your finger, my head on your dress Jackie O fashions a blood stained mess Visceral plumage a restrained effect Matching tie and handkerchief and nothing less Aus Songtexte Mania