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I've got a habit of looking up at the sky, to stay rooted cuz souls don't die, I don't think, they all just get diluted (it's true and) and everyone is looking round asking “what am I supposed to do with all this information? – just give me back my youth.' baby, your eyes are cold and jaded come with me, and live unpremeditated and even though you might lose control of what you meant to try to be it's only vanity you blame sinners and cigarettes but you'd better just get over all that cuz that TV's been real busy making subtlety extinct were we wiser, maybe if we knew what starts the souring of a view then we wouldn't all drink so much to relax away the kinks baby, this party makes me feel jaded so lonely and premeditated and even though we might lose control of what we meant to try to be Songtexteit's only vanity only vanity it's not what you mean or how you dream about the life you'd like to lead that's all forgotten, for the way it seems lookin out on a summer's day is better when it's on the way than in retrospect, when your intellect makes sure that you've forgotten those side affects we can't prevent like where april through august went and how we ripened, and were left here bruised and cold and rotten baby, slide on into bed; you've made it walk in sleep, and the risk is eradicated now you know, you won't lose control of what you meant to try to be and it's only vanity it's only vanity Aus Songtexte Mania