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I can't leave, but I won't stay here If I stay, I still won't be here I am the grass upon which she lays April spring summer and Wednesdays I am the hand which feeds her always Iam the bed upon which she plays Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah Nah, na na nah, na na nah Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah Nah, na na nah, na na nah I can't leave, but I won't stay here If I stay, I still won't be here I am the feathers in her pillow Anywhere I hide, she knows, I know I am the sunshine through her window Anywhere I go, she goes, we go Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah Nah, na na nah, na na nah Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah Nah, na na nah, na na nah I can't leave, but I won't stay here If I stay, I still won't be here SongtexteI am the grass upon which she lays April spring summer and Wednesdays I am the hand which feeds her always Iam the bed upon which she plays Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah Nah, na na nah, na na nah Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah Nah, na na nah, na na nah (Dank an Andy für den Text) Aus Songtexte Mania