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born red with blush no face can feedthe color of a ponzi schemeand recognize, all hands have hookspop risk with a pistol pointing south there's sand in the river's mouthso ride it out, there's still time to swim... they've had enoughcome breathe with a poor man's paper doll that was buried in the leaves last falland raking will, bring to the surface againsome distances are meant to be crossed some are shrinking violetssome of us, don't pretend at all... they've had enoughso you got the courage now, to write a love song without one metaphor it's power drill, it's a carbide cone with a sharpened edgeand an electrical cord-see it reaching, don't reach out, far far awayso you got the cool eye now, your looking out for one while everyone keeps their cool eyes on you, they're on a tight ship down like a tiger pawwith retractable claws -see it reaching, don't reach out, far far awaycome breathe with a poor man's paper doll that was buried in the leaves last falland raking will, bring to the surface againsome distances are meant to be crossed some are shrinking violetssome of us, don't pretend at all... they've had enough Aus Songtexte Mania