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Mama, I got your white lie ways Mama, there's nothing you can do or say I got the rich kid's blues and they got nothing to do with you I got the rich kid's blues and I'm not sure that I'm pulling through Why you, why you over my head? Mama, she told me keep your eyes on the trophy And the sighing, sighing is out of your bed And the delirious gestures are so easily misread Mama, got your white lie taste Mama, there's nothing you can do or say I got the rich kid's blues and they got nothing to do with you I got the rich kid's blues and I'm not sure that I'm pulling through I got the rich kid's blues and they got nothing to do with you I got the rich kid's blues and I'm not sure that I'm pulling through I got the rich kid's blues Mama, got your white lie ways Mama, got the rich kid's blues (Grazie a Margaret per questo testo) Aus Songtexte Mania