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Crept up on me just like yesterday In the traffic at the light not creeping But running to important places to see important faces I'm just not there I don't know where I'm going next But I hope to hell it's not so blank and grey Suited in old fluorescent lights I want to be able to dream at night Can't feel pierced when I look at the stars When we're glued to a screen and we don't see far I know it's easy to lose that meaning Just give me a tank of gas Some good conversation A blown out speaker I'll take you to the train station We can talk about tomorrow when we're younger Aus Songtexte Mania