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Marika stamped her feet saying ?Hey, hey, listen to me?A face she'd never meet saying ?Hey, hey, listen to me?Sitting in the kitchen light, prism crystal glassBanking ledger overdrawn, a silent prayer as if to make it passMarika's days were spent thinking ?Hey, hey, listen to me?Her nights in argument thinking ?Hey, hey, listen to me?Running down the alleyway to catch the last GuignolCalling names of cities and a life that she would never knowLate in the eveningSorting what to keepThe box is in the bedsitHer clothes all in a heapMarika free at last singing ?Hey, hey, listen to me?All through her autumn passed singing ?Hey, hey, listen to me?Moving toward the telephone, dinner on the runSpiral cord wrapped round her wrist,Her table sold, a brand new day begunLater in the eveningShe found a missing keyThe lock turned in her jewel boxAnd there some red wood beads for her to wear. Aus Songtexte Mania