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You never give me your money You only give me your funny paper and in the middle of negotiations you break down I never give you my number I only give you my situation and in the middle of investigation I break down Out of college, money spent See no future, pay no rent All the money's gone, nowhere to go Any jobber got the sack Monday morning, turning back Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go Oh, that magic feeling Nowhere to go Boy, you gotta carry that weight Carry that weight a long time Boy, you gotta carry that weight Carry that weight a long time I never give you my pillow SongtexteI only send you my invitation And in the middle of the celebrations I break down Boy, you gotta carry that weight Carry that weight a long time Boy, you gotta carry that weight Carry that weight a long time Aus Songtexte Mania