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passing information, now I'm waiting at the station for the train fools that threw their mouths about with nothing more to do than pass the blame seems there isn't any reason to remain, yeah second, third and fourth hand words their twisted lips spit out the same old lies on and on the grapevine gathers, anyone who needs that kind of high those whose tired little lies ain't worth the time, yeah and it's shame on me, if it's all the same to you all the time I see someone try to put the blame on me passing information, now I'm waiting at the station for the same old train Aus Songtexte Mania