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I was watching propaganda filmshoping for direction, at least'cause inspiration is a toyit broke when I was only twelveI lost my patience several timesreading choleric reference and rhymespanderings of artful liesand they never caught onI stuck my head inside of a trash canpretend somehow I'm still thereeveryone has ambitionsso, good luck and take care ofand I can't remember how to spell my namebut I have to, it's given to me, and oh, they give me one I'll just base too much on a simple conversation, and the difference is slightso I'd rather watch your lips just shape the words instead of hearing themand I misplaced a thought, I was thinking of an earlier time when I was younger Aus Songtexte Mania