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Remembering eye brushes no obstacle You feel nothing, nothing touches you Nothing, nothing coming through Disrupt this transmission Blood money transfusion Nor is that conclusion really true You sell up your stocks and buy out your bonds You're down to your socks and you're waving your wand But it sure ain't magic I guess you ain't a real blonde I wanted this to be Something really fine Starlight into mystery Clock provides the time Your canopy snaps and your engine is gone Your altitude drops and you've lost all your guns Your flying days are surely nearly done Your goose is cooked and there's too many chiefs Spoiling the rot that the Indians eat Can I have some more, just leave off that meat You fall from a dream into your bed and scream You fall from a scream into your bed and dream Wreckage from another crash Litter under camouflage Wreckage from another crash Reckon it involved you Aus Songtexte Mania