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JeaneThe low life has lost its appealAnd I'm tired of walking these streetsTo a room with the cupboard bareJeaneI'm not sure what happiness meansBut I look in your eyesAnd it isn't thereOh JeaneThere's ice on sink where we batheHow can you call this a homeWhen you know it's a graveOh but you still hold that greedy grainAs you tidy the placeBut it will never be cleanJeaneWe tried and we failedWe tried and we failedTryCash on the nailOh, it's just a fairytaleAnd I don't believe in magic anymoreSongtexteOh JeaneNo heavenly choirs, noBecause I think that you knowI really think you know Aus Songtexte Mania