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I'll be there in an hour, I'll be there in an hour or two.We'll be there burning cradles, we'll be there throwing candles at you.Watch, the engine's rushing, gushing. I'd rather be stealing than crushing on you.The street is hard, and the street could cut your heart in two.And we'll be there selling flowers, we'll be there throwing parties at you.Watch, the engine's rushing, gushing. I'd rather be stealing than crushing on you.This youth is spitting fire. These words, they come on layers: I'd rather be dying than crushing on you. Aus Songtexte Mania