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I cannot be moved And I'm all out of bad news So what's there left to do when there's nothing left to consume? And oh, I want your blues But I won't pay for nothing used Well, you don't get every little thing you want But we do It's not right to complain When the clouds are all out of their rain But I'll just trace the shapes in all the spaces in between And oh, I want your pain Want it engraved with my own name "And don't you feel ashamed?" Nah, but then we don't feel much anything So how much for your sad? Because I've got it good And I want it bad Could tell by my reflection I'm only starving for attention Feeding off a beggar's pension, eating all that I could steal But I just want to feel full After finishing a meal Without going on a hunger strike SongtexteThat's my right You got no right to steal So don't tell me that I don't feel a thing When you can't afford a mile Don't tell me that I don't feel a thing I'd swear on my mother's eyes But wouldn't swear on mine And every lie I've told Is a lie that I spun from gold And you deserve the truth We bit off far more than we could chew Aus Songtexte Mania