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I found a place that I can liveInside a tree outside your houseAnd I found a way to keep a secretEven when you are aroundAnd I found your goddess you believed in She cut her wrists again today And I found a way to punish myself For always standing in your doorwayI am a wooden doll Can't move, can't speakCan't sing a single noteI am a sore throatInside a sailorShouting in a sinking boatAnd I found your goddess you believed in She cut her wrists again today And I found a way to punish myself For always standing in your doorwayAnd I will write a song for every time you made me cryAnd I will look for your face in the purple skyAnd I will make a list of all the things I found in youAnd then I'll pay a muse so I can write a song about something newI found a place that I can live inside a tree outside your house Aus Songtexte Mania