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Something's coming over meGot cabin fever, now I can't seeI feel hot, I feel coldI'd tell you why, but I'm not that boldThere's a scratch on my cheekI feel faint but never weakWhen you're nearI'm seeing visions, they're just not so clearBut you're coming through in stereo soundAnd summer's creeping up slowlyWe're gonna let the good times, let the good times tollWell let me ask your advice:If I fall once will I fall twice, out of control?I wanna know'cause I want you to hear now,I want you here now,'cause you're coming through in stereo soundsummer's creeping up slowlyWe're gonna let the good times, let the good times tollYou were always headed down the wrong pathBut you'll be back aroundsummer's creeping up slowlyWe're gonna let the good times, let the good times roll Aus Songtexte Mania