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We've got this feeling, like a 25 spring breezeC'mon, explore me and just ignore the sceneryGive me the year 2000 and I'll fuck it up wellNever able to tell (it was me)And we've got sidewalkAnd even something in betweenAnd there are plenty of minds to prove your disbeliefGive me the year 2000, and I'll make him bleedNever know it was meI wrecked this centuryI wrecked this centuryI wrecked this centuryYou read it it was blinding(?) and I'll find himGive me a horse and I'll ride it into the next centuryI've got this feeling that my mind's a freakin' A-BombBut there are plenty of lines and there's plenty of timeGive me the course of history and I'll fuck it up wellNever able to tell (it was me)I wrecked this centuryI wrecked this centuryI wrecked this century Aus Songtexte Mania