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Tin Can (M. McDonald) I was sitting on the couch at the bar admission party I was worried if I was doing anything that you would think was arty So I gauged my conversation I put myself in your place It seemed like a bank you know I was trying to save my face I guess I'm the customer and you are the manager You count the interest you count the days Cuz it's inside your office where you keep your calendar You came right out from left field you caught me on my blind side You blamed me cuz I never ever thought of committing suicide SongtexteYou brought in the steamroller and you tried to bury me Now you're limping from the weight of it where do you get your ecstasy You put the writing on the wall I helped you pick the colors You laugh when I get discipline even right in front of my mother Well the curtains in your bedroom have never really been parted We're moving really fast now just look at what you started I listened to your music you know I listened very well I listened to everything that you wanted to tell We been through many hard roads nothing to take serious I was with you when you were losing, you were with me when I was delirious We made our reservations and we bought our tickets We set up the tin can which one of us is gonna kick it We're moving like a freight train, we're solid as a broken pickup truck I don't want to say goodbye you don't want to wish me luck Aus Songtexte Mania