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I come home, don't know where you areYou must be working pretty hardI feed the cat half a can of foodAnd I sit at the table and I wait for youAnd I don't like doubting how this old love will holdBut I have my moments when I'm just waiting for it to explodeOh, no good deals in these mine fields todayIt don't matter how I walkI could get blown awayUnderneath the soil and the flowersI can hear a ticking down from years to hoursThere's not a lot of air in this third floor flatYou want to go outside you want toGet some byYou have said that you cannot breathe when you'reCaught up inside here with no reprieveI have been trying not to hold you to your linesBut I feel you leaningOut more all the timeOh, no good deals in these mine fields todayIt don't matter how I walkI could get blown awayUnderneath the soil and the flowersSongtexteI can hear a ticking down from years to hoursForever is a word I leave on the shelfI don't want history to repeat itselfSo I take it night by nightAnd I try not to hold you too tightI have been dancing up and down the wordsTrying to find out whyThings are not the way they wereOh, no good deals in these mine fields todayIt don't matter how I walkI could get blown awayUnderneath the soil and the flowersI can hear a ticking down from years to hours Aus Songtexte Mania