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She was no longer a user Don't think she realized we knew that Not one to make a fuss Why this and not something else Wasn't it obvious? She made such a hash of it You can't help but notice And a absence of tenderness And who wants to live like that? And friends turn their backs on her She no longer a user And she wanted to stay home With a box full of postcards And no place to send them Live like Emily Dickinson Without so much as a kiss Or the comfort of strangers Withdrawing into herself But why this... And not something else Aus Songtexte Mania