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your dad's been sleeping on your couch when these places close i'll be kissing you on the mouth i'm gonna end up handcuffed and bruised with a german boy holding you you're dying to prove we've got nothing to lose and nothing left to use i'm planning on seeing you out we don't have to go there together you'll be missing me planning tomorrow both me and the pills i've been stuffing down your throat Aus Songtexte Mania