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Messy hair, wide eyes Bored her self, symbolized Yeah she's a cocktail waitress The work then holds, thats all she knows She lives alo-o-one Turns off her phone She locks her door Draw the curtains, leave it all behind A little you can read it She keeps it close, keeps it locked locked up She's living through a secret The only thing that makes her feel... Alive Alive, alive Alive Alive, alive Back to work next day Brings the check, getting paid Well she's a cocktail waitress She grabs her coat and shutting doors She's setting off SongtexteTurns off her phone Forgetting all The only thing that makes her feel... Alive Alive, alive Alive Alive, alive She's walking over creaky floors She hears the city pounding at the door She's never gonna let them know about the only thing (that makes her feel) Alive Alive, alive Alive Alive, alive Alive Alive, alive Alive Alive, alive Aus Songtexte Mania