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One of the last nights that we spent together I went to see Pascal's band playThe other guys had just flown in from ParisThey were all wearin' dresses, it was a fashion show thingJackson was sitting on the catwalk, it was in between bandsAnd he, he called me over and said he had a question And that it meant no offenseHe leaned into my ear, I was still wearin' my earplugsAnd he, he said it quiet so my enemies couldn't hear"Does this move have anything to do with love?"Well, of course it does, of course it does, everything I do I do for loveYes, I'm a fool and that's a fact, let that be my epitaph P.J. sent me a letter with some music and a bookmark that he madeIt was a cartoon of me but I was way too cute but it was still really sweetAnd then I flipped it over; there was a quote, you know, some philosophyIt says a, a foolish man seeks happiness in the distanceAnd a wise man grows it underneath his feetWell thanks for the advice, my friend, but I'm not seeking happinessThe soil in Bloomington just swallows up my seedsAnd nothing grows, no nothing grows, maybe it's just meNo I'm not seeking happiness, I'll wait for it to come to meAnd I looked for you in the library on my birthdayJust like the day you hid from me, it was perfectAnd that's the day I knew that I was so in love with youThat it would make my life or it would spell my doom Aus Songtexte Mania