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So I hear you'd like a song. About what exactly? What exactly are you looking for? No one ever specifies what they're looking for anymore. How am I supposed to know? I will get you tattooed to my wrist. I swear this is the last incision I'll ever have to make. Make me star tonight and be sure it is December because I'm never clearer, ever clearer then. I keep my lungs clean most of the time and I don't drink myself to excess except when I am with you in that city. Yes, that city is the death of me. It will be the death of me. It will be the death of me, so let me be alone. Aus Songtexte Mania