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Hate the way that you've taken back Eveything you've given to me And the way that you'd always say 'It's nothing to do with me' Different versions of many men Come before you came All their questions were similar The answers just the same I'm gonna get me a motor car Maybe a Jaguar Maybe a plane or day of fame I'm gonna be a millionaire So can you take me there? Wanna be wilde 'cos my life's so tame Here am I, going nowhere on a train Here am I, growing older in the rain Hey 'ey Hey 'ey Hey 'ey Hate the way that you've taken back Eveything you've given to me And the way that you always say 'It's nothing to do with me' Songtexte Different versions of many men Come before you came All their questions were similar The answers just the same I'm gonna get me a motor car Maybe a Jaguar Maybe a plane or a day of fame I'm gonna be a millionaire So can you take me there Wanna be wilde 'cos my life's so tame Here am I, going nowhere on a train Here am I, growing older in the rain Here am I, going nowhere on a train Here am I, getting lost and lonely Sad and only, why sometimes does my life feel so tame? Hey 'ey Hey 'ey Hey 'ey Aus Songtexte Mania