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I was playing second fiddleI was caught in a losing romanceYou were also second fiddleYou, too, played the game with no chanceWe were losers, we were weepersThey called us birds of a featherNow we're finders, now we're keepersTwo aching hearts got togetherWe were playing second fiddleThen we met and gave love a new startNo more playing second fiddleNow that were first in each other's heart Aus Songtexte Mania