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I think too much and it comes to back to haunt me laterI can turn it up, but it won't make my heart beat louderI want to know what is made of gilded brass and what is really made of goldLike the condensation on my car windows, my car windowsCrazy like my dad i've been burning like a dollar billI'm twenty one years mad if I sink and slave my heart away andGive you all I had would you beat the path inside of meMake pretend I'm dead with the condensation on these car windows, these car windowsAnd what I really want to knowIs what's theirs and what's just made for them to showDo you really want to grow?You always gotta give it when you are told Aus Songtexte Mania