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I had a picture of you. I sliced it up in two and half my love went in the bin, with the letters. And the purple tie you bought me for my birthday. Tell me! What's his favorite colour? is it yellow? does he like it when you smoke in bed or burn the eggs or spend his money on those silly things which last for just a week then take their place among the garbage or with some stupid charity. His charity. My charity's all gone, like those records that you stole when you rolled up our relationship and slipped out unannounced. Christ! you even took the cat. Now I talk to pictures, go to bed at 10 and pretend that I'm asleep, but the bags around my eyes betray me. You betrayed me... I betrayed myself. I'll live with it, and I'll find someone else. Don't you worry... don't you hurry to the phone. I'm happy on my own, playing patience on the floorboard (hell... I always lose but I don't care). Aus Songtexte Mania