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I've got a story, sounds so boring But it's hard to confess that At the end I had a lot of fun Please let me go, I need to go and I won't call the police for everytime That you tried to kill me. You're black then you're white You're slow then you're fast You're six then you're nine Why should I last? You've got a lie to say the truth You've got a son older than you You've got me now I cannot run I'm such a fool. It's friday night I'm all alone And I'm just wondering if You think of me or still about that loser He looks a fag (YOU LOOK A FAG) When he's walking around Does he feel good with that ridiculous hairstyle? You're black then you're white You're slow then you're fast You're six then you're nine Why should I last? You've got a lie to say the truth You've got a son older than you SongtexteYou've got me now I cannot run I'm such a fool. Oh hell, it's obvious We're in the story that will never end My friend, i need some help Someday you'll understand Someday you'll realize Never will be too late. You're slow then you're fast You're six then you're nine Why should I last? You've got a lie to say the truth You've got a son older than you You've got me now I cannot run I'm such a fool. My way to Boston, I'm gonna find it My way to you again. Aus Songtexte Mania