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My mother is a time machineputting ballads on my kneesalways complains about my clothestelling me don't pick you noseI with that i could see her therewhen she got ribbons in her hairthen I could go ahead and sayI know you when you old and grayMy toys they break so fastthey turn into vintage of the lostI know then when they fall apartI will keep them close byyes, even when they fall apartkeep them close by Aus Songtexte Mania