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Well this is a long drive with nothing to think about besides... i'm ready to get better now i swear at least i'll try and how the world around me rings my heart is done good by the strangest things and these hands here here are lost without you they depend on the devil now for something to do and they try, but they don't get very far they just manhandle strings on electric guitars memories, they blow through me like tumbleweeds or like air through a reed and this is the sound they all make and this is where the pianos might come in, but i don't play. i'm so happy, i could break down and cry i was blue before, but now i can't remember why and these vaudeville tears, well they aren't really here i just conjured them up for the show they're all just from memory, you know Aus Songtexte Mania