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I don't need to be all thingsTo everyone but to you I can't try any harderHolding my half up in this arrangementKeeps landing me in hot waterOh to bring good willI know that I can't buy you flowersOh to cure your illsWould take more will than oursGold dust at my feetGrease in my hairShoes of black leatherKiss me again my sweetAnd make my pale face grow redderOh this ring comes from my girlAnd this coat belongs to my brotherThere's room for one otherIn this hiding placeThere is no disgraceI can hear the trumpetLike Gabriel blowing out its reveilleThe march of the saintsAnd roll call in heavenFar over the deep blue seaSongtexteOh the morning lightCan be mistaken for the sundownOh you set your sightsAnd you find your map's the wrong way roundGold dust etcThis ring etcIf you stay right hereI could be right backI could give you some feathers to lay onIt's a lonesome ride and the deck is stackedBut we all need a hand to play onGold dust etcOh this ring etcThere is no disgraceThere is no disgrace Aus Songtexte Mania