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We had a break-in at the houseSome evil bastard wasWas quiet as a mouseNow the record player's goneIt's words against the silenceThey fill our days with stormsAnd when you start talkin' onIt's not the way I see thingsAnd when you start talkin' onIt's not the way I see thingsThere is a fine line to be crossedWhen love becomes just toleranceOf people declared lostBags of stew-red shoesFilled with clothes and "dear, I love you"But twenty-years-no-talkin' bluesAnd when you start talkin' onIt's not the way I see thingsAnd when you start talkin' onIt's not the way I see thingsOn the way down to the carHis heart had beat to butter SongtexteMuscles in his armsWhen the car was 'round the bendThe engine red light trumpetsHeralding the endAnd when you start talkin' onIt's not the way I see thingsIt's not the way I see thingsAnd when you start talkin' onIt's not the way I see thingsIt's not the way I see things, yeahAnd when you start talkin' onIt's not the way I see thingsIt's not the way I see thingsIt's not the way I see youIt's not the way I see you Aus Songtexte Mania