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Thought I'd make a planTo become a manAnd we could dance to the beat of your kicking bellyBut damn it, I'm so scaredof my frail dreams and money caresAnd what if I'm the broken tyrant of the familyBut I see you sit and cry and know the reason whyYou've got mysteries you can't even hideIn these latter days, ambition in the wayWhat do we really profit by delaySo you shall have your garden and cottage by the seaThe cradle rocking merrilyI hear it in your voiceI know I have no choiceI will give you a childHard times but there's more loveSee the young family walking slowly through it allI will give you a childYou've got mysteries you can't even hide Aus Songtexte Mania