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And those punk kids dance till a quarter to threeThen the lights go out mysteriouslyAnd the gates collapse on the corner storeAnd the streets jam up like a needle into the vein.Don't stop talkingCause I'm not watchingAll the lies you told and the faces you forgotThese days are on my mindDon't shout at me a shout you can't define.And the lovers love till a quarter to six Then the sun comes home anxiouslyAnd the poets cry out"What have we done?"But the earth keeps turningLike it never begun. Aus Songtexte Mania