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After the flood you began to laughFor the very first time since I'd tried to danceTo "Money's Too Tight To Mention"Or something by George BensonAnd you dropped all that luggage you'd been carting aroundAnd for the first time in years you let your skin turn brownYou were acting without intentionOr chance or divine interventionThe world lies tired and nakedBut we're so satiated We're in its armsAnd after the fire you went to gather more woodTo relight the spark but it was no goodFor the sky had conspired against youIt rained on your parade yeah it drenched youBring your hot(Bring your hot)Bring your cold(Bring your cold)Bring your young(Bring your young)Bring your old(Bring your old)SongtexteBring your weary(Bring your weary)Bring your parched(Bring your parched)Bring your 'for reals'(Bring your 'for reals')Or your farcedThe world lies tired and nakedBut we're so satiated Every winter has its endingEvery scar begins its mendingOh we're in its arms Aus Songtexte Mania