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Maybe, maybe I learned all I need to know From bottles and their broken glass Maybe, maybe These streets were my teachers And I sat in back of class Time spent thinking About what I should have said And saying What I should have thought We've all, we've all danced alone And on the floor Leave everything you brought I wonder what I would have become Running, running I think that we're running Out of tape So can you hit rewind I don't, I don't I don't want to see it go Let's do this one more time Things come together SongtexteA folding chair With grey streets Black nights Ignore the red lights Goodbye, goodbye Goodbye Grand Lets take it back To where it all began I wonder what I would have become Aus Songtexte Mania