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i caught you wavingat the ones paradingthe window dressersthe clad in ironand it's all good riddanceit's all good riddanceand i'm waitingwaiting on you to put it outfor it's flaming like a big word out placeflamingso ignite the 151 and let it burnand i caught your outlineas i caught you leavingand you said it's alwayssomeone who's stealingand it's all good riddanceit's all good riddanceand i caught you wavingat the ones paradingthe window dressersthe clad in ironand it's got to be youSongtexteand i caught your outlineas i caught you leavingand you said it's alwayssomeone who's stealingand it's got to be younow it's burninglike a big word out of contextout of purposeand it's got to be youyou turned your back on menever got to getto burn down your officewe'd fill it up on artand puzzles that we'd put downwith funny fingersplacing them one by oneI won't do that, will never followI can rememberyou were still my queenbut the books say we never went downthe truth: i hope you are more than a screenof puzzles that we put downwith funny fingersplacing them one by one Aus Songtexte Mania