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You've got shotYou've taken a lotYou just don't want this to endWe've got time to spendWe've got the factsSo why can't you relax?You don't like it, keep it at bayThink I'd rather stayRather stay insideAnd it's open wideWho will hold their heads tonight?The brightest bulbs are turning whiteBetween their palms, their steady thumbsBelow the call the stadiumsThe people with their hands aboveThe only thing you're thinking ofIt's not enoughIt's not enoughIt's not enoughYou've got chopsYou hit the same spotsHe swears that you've wrapped it too tightHe's been up all nightSongtexteWringing his hands while you strike up the bandHe don't like it, don't want it that wayThink I'd rather playRather play insideAnd it makes me cryTap your feet, shake your headsThough someone put us back to bedWe're going through our past careersLike quiet faith's favorite fearsAnd praying for someone so fairI'd like to push you down the stairsRight down the stairsRight down the stairsRight down the stairsThe stairs Aus Songtexte Mania