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It was my birthday and miserable So I decided to freak you out To see if there's a limit on love When you discover what that promise is really all about Now I have filthy thoughts about you I hope you have the same for me when I'm gone I never thought you'd really be the one to leave but if that ain't your old steamer truck sitting out on the lawn Oh is it packed full of your seasons Your patterns and your white pants And maybe way down in one corner, in a blindfold Undeveloped afternoons of film we'll never print Oh but it's too hot out to fight So I'll just watch that uniformed mustache help you on board And I'll look forward to your call from the next town Saying "Retrieve me, Honey. But I'm not sorry, I'm just bored" From the outside, it's a game Where we come from, it's a map That leads to buggy beaches and balconys And dugout benches or any place I can Lay my head down in your lap Songtexte Oh but I'm not looking for peace No that's so unnatural Well maybe just some little space and borrowed time At dusk when you remind me You're still, you're still my girl I need no banners on the wind No I don't need it written in the sky No I don't need your sincere proclamations Just some refuge from a world That takes way more than one eye for an eye Some folks, they have a lot to offer But I don't believe anyone's getting saved So that leaves a lot of time for thinkin' Sleepin', dreamin' of the blindfold that you promised on My last miserable birthday Yeah my birthday Aus Songtexte Mania