I don't wanna be a guitar player in a rockband
I don't wanna spent the rest of my life in backstages
I wanna live in a hotelroom, top floor
In a penthouse with a girl I love
And watch the city pass by
Drive funeral care
Memories are forming batallions
They are telling me I'm not the guy I used to be
The ghosts and the spirits unite

I never understood that a face that small
Can contain such a long tongue
Hold me, and hold me together
Hold me, and hold me long
Hold me, and hold me forever
And squeeze all this crap
Into a perfect song
My bitter ache has mornings in store

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