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We're not numbersWe're not numbers anymoreWe're the countersWe're not numbers anymoreWe're not numbersWe're not numbers anymoreWe're the countersWe're the countersIt seems that all the milk's gone sourAnd I can't believe my eyesI drank to put me out of my miserycruel to be kindThe sweat has dried into my shirtand I tried to bite my tongueI know you think that I am joking aroundyou've got that wrong, wrong, wrongSitting in the front seatTurning on the motorSucking on the hose pipeKeep it turning over It seems that everything's gone wrongSince you entered my lifeSongtexteFor me to stay here would be a bad ideaAnd thats not so nice, nice, niceSitting in the front seatTurning on the motorSucking on the hose pipeKeep it turning overKeep it turning over Aus Songtexte Mania