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I was born on Silver StreetI lived on Wreckery RoadI work in Turkey TownRusted junk lies all aroundAnd the pictures have long been stillThe station posters peelAt the end of someone's mapWhy don't the skies just open upAnd deliver me?Deliver meDeliver me from this coldNo strength left to riotWhy can't the world just give and be quiet?The wreckers have goneNo victory wonNo victory wonNo victory wonDeliver meDeliver meDeliver me from this cold Aus Songtexte Mania