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Another round of all four seasons Still win a chill setting deep My pockets growin' weaker My youth seems out of reach I'm sick of all this labor Least it keeps me off the streets My lungs are full of fever My head is in retreats I'm scared by all these crooks Carving footprints while I sleep I spent my time shopping through windows Spend my money being cheap In spite all that I ? Sometimes I call it a tag(?) A storm will be alright, I'm wet Aus Songtexte Mania