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Christ, the tabernacle's emptyI won't get my fill todayI gotta find another systemTo get my sins out of the wayCause here comes the weekendIt's the best time to repentYou feel bad for a whileAnd then you do it all againOh I take what I can and I give it back to themCause no one sings along to my songsThe way you do, the way you doOh you're getting all the lyrics wrongLike you always do, how cuteYou looked so sad in your American Football t-shirtLet's skip the showI'll walk you homeWhy do we do this to ourselves?Maybe we should go and get helpBut where's the fun in that?You act as if I've got a planBut I bide my timeCause no one sings along to my songsThe way you do, the way you doSongtexteOh you're getting all the lyrics wrongLike you always do, how cuteThey'll build a home for us out of bathroom stallsDressing rooms in shopping mallsLet's pretend for onceIs it wrong to want someone so much it hurts?The worst is when you say you've had enoughBut I can't, oh my loveI'm willing to bet, there's hope for us yetCause no one sings along to my songsThe way you do, the way you doOh you're getting all the lyrics wrongLike you always do, how cuteThey'll build a home for us out of bathroom stallsDressing rooms in shopping mallsI, for one, would loveI, for one, would loveOh I, for one, would love to love you soonI'd love to love youCould I hear you say it too? Aus Songtexte Mania