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I'm here but I wish I was there I'm here but I wish I was there A single string that hangs, has got no purpose Like a poet mute It's like wool in July or mesh in March The singer could sing the words he'd never say A bottle of bleach without a single stain Is one shot of death The widow and her love lost is locked away And shows no sign of turning that key Honors memory for hopeful purity She is here but she wishes she was there In a wishing well believers believe to be in heaven When second best if your first best You say pucker those lips and powder your nose Act like you love me til it's time to go Put on your face for the world to see Pour me some wine and I'll be feeling fine Aus Songtexte Mania