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You've been, been hiding in books behind doors and In sleep and in sitcoms, get rich quick schemes I got the feeling that lately you try to avoid me You're looking straight through me Excuse me, excuse me, but why? Why? What's this all for? In stitches I fidget with digital glitches A million mental pictures running through my little brain Then I wrestle with the muscles in my face To place the smile that once came easily to me you see I'm not what I appear to be It's not me, this is not me Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato Arigato, arigato Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato Arigato, arigato Stand on ceremony waiting for the doctor's orders Gotta go and see him 'cause the fat is clogging your aorta Bankers queue is building while the traffic jam is mounting And the commuters are shouting silently under their breath Television talking at you fucking idiotic While the magazines are tempting you with images erotic But the dream is unattainable, headlines interchangeable SongtexteYour piece of mind is made of all the spaces in between the lies Lies, fucking lies Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato Arigato, arigato Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato Arigato, arigato Do you know? Do you know? Do you know how to get home? How to get home? You're sliding, you're sliding, you're sliding down No! Take...take...take me home! Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato Arigato, thanks! Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato I'm taking my toys and going home! Aus Songtexte Mania