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Fourty days and fourty nights Have gone by without a bird in sight Can't believe the emptyness of the sky Can't believe the fumes of the cars As they pass you by On the road to feed her all the seed of gra... Of your grandma's bicycle Grandma's bicycle The soft feathers in the street Just precide the sidewalk For some mad weed into an early street Down down down to pick 'em up Put 'em in his pocket I followed him About a, about a block And inside he goes into the nearest stewartist shop Goes like an indian, the feathers he sold Then made some small coin and laughed at my face When he told me what he told them When he told me what he told them, he said: "I am through with this old damn world and its overwhelming bad taste" "I am through with this old damn world and its overwhelming bad taste" "I am through with this old damn world Songtexteand its overwhelming bad taste" "I am through with this old damn world and its overwhelming bad taste" And then he told me: "The star below your eyes, You behave yourself and keep an open mind The streets are full of treasures And you can always find traces of birds The lovellyness they leave behind I'm not the soar with them We are the same kind Then many waved goodbye Floated up above the cloud line" Waved goodbye floated up above the cloud line Waved goodbye floated up above the cloud line We waved goodbye floated up above the cloud line Fourty days and fourty nights Have gone by without a bird in sight Can't believe the emptyness of the sky Can't believe the fumes of the cars As they pass you by On the road to feed her all the seed of gra... Of your grandma's bicycle Grandma's bicycle Aus Songtexte Mania