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Manners to endureSculptures still soreThinking of someone As the imagination it runs awayGrateful I begin to playEuphoric in schemesScattered through dreamsProphetic she seemsBut I know in the end you’ll come crawling backOh how I have to laughProfound in her wakeCoked up on datesThere’s she goes againAs she’s scratching out the eyes of the ones in the suitsBlack painted nails with stockings to suitAnd she’s wiping up the threadTalking on the deadAnd she’s playing with their nameStartling the main (?)Scourging the framesSo I went along with herWhat else could I do?What else could I do? What else could I do? SongtexteElections of ideasTantalize my earsAnd saaaaayAnd they say.Profound in her wakeCoked up on datesThere’s she goes againWith stockings to suitWhat else could I do?With stockings to suitWhat else could I do?And with stockings to suitWhat else could I… Aus Songtexte Mania