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I heard you had a swore there over on Avery HillI tried to call your number and you never even called me stillWell you're such a young hip manner in your riled up refrainsWell I called you in my favor, thought you'd do me the sameNow alone, how come you start it, now you're on to can a record in strideI thought we had connect all on the top of Avery HillSaid you talk better long and all accounts off the pillComplicated on your table with your feathers in gaitDon't you keep me in your favor, don't you give me no helpI said love, why would you follow me just to dis and borrow and blind? Aus Songtexte Mania