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When I saw you you were standing there on the sun You were tired of feeling sorry for everyone You said there was nothing left that you could do Cuz everything is getting worse and we are too Yeah we are too I'm the son of the savior so I should know How the waves crashing down they roll you home Don't tell me that this is how it's all meant to be Don't tell me that heaven's made of fallen leaves Well I don't know but I've been told They say the city of heaven is lined with gold There's more liquor in your glass and champagne in the back And there are 50 dollar bills in the backseats of cabs Yeah I've been trying to get in but all I can say is They've got a million different ways to make you pay They've got a million different ways to make you pay They've got a million different ways to make you pay They've got a million different ways to make you pay They've got a million different ways to make you pay Aus Songtexte Mania