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Jane is fine, always fineWe're unhappy most of the timeWe don't talk, we don't fightI'm just tired, she's way past caringBut she says she is fineShe tells lies most of the timeWhat she needs I don't haveThat's not in the hand that I'm holdingSo we drink Spanish wineShe plays country records until the morningThis is mine, all of mineShe is not, she is not mineBut I feel fineOnly when I'm sleepingOnly with the TV onShe & I & empty wine & whiskey bottles& she, white beneath crumpled sheetsShe's everything I needBut she would rather be any place but hereJane is fine, always fineWe're unhappy most of the timeSongtexteWe don't talk, we don't fightI'm just tired, she's way past caringSo we drink Spanish wineWe tell lies, we're killing timeBut we feel fineWell what's the crime? Aus Songtexte Mania