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Red wine, Sunshine Take time to taste the change of the seasons I wish I could feel but I hear what you're saying You let time pass by And never stop to wonder why there's a reason That this is all just a game that we're playing Hey now, Now look at me I'm a real big wheel spinnin' free So don't ask me ten times how it feels to be number one I'm just a son of a gun Big time, Bigger places In warm sunshine with smiling faces I climb so high, maybe as fast as you run I'm just a son of a gun! Hard times, Hate crimes Rewind to find just a bastion of hope That ceases to put our existence in question Big sky, We fly SongtexteWe're high on atmospheric conditions Conditions we shall overcome as we're flying Hey now, Now look at me I'm a real big wheel spinnin' free So don't ask me ten times how it feels to be number one I'm just a son of a gun Big time, Bigger places In warm sunshine with smiling faces I climb so high, maybe as fast as you run I'm just a son of a gun! (Lyrics by Gary Meskil) (Dank an Eliza H. für den Text) Aus Songtexte Mania