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i work on my feet all dayi've got all of your records, okthis love drunk summer season makes me feel saneyou're spread out all over manhattanworn weathered and written in latinwhere your head mangs under awningsit always rainsi've got, i've got i've got, i wear your defaults like a stainstrange, urbane mythologymelancholy crept over mei can't help you, i can't help myselfplay house, play domestic strife8 hours, 2nd floor lifei can't help everyone, i can't help myselfi've got, i've goti've got, your closed-mouth trick remainsif you wanna take mewe'll cut off all this messif you wanna take mei would surely gowe work on our feet all daywe've got every record ever written okyour midnight, prolific monologues make me feel sanewe're separated by ego and denialbut i'll stay here and with you for a whileSongtextewhile you overcome me, under awningsit always rainsit always rainsif you wanna take mewe'll cut off all this messif you wanna take mei will surely go Aus Songtexte Mania