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There is no New York for young loversNo new nonunion country running for coverBomb bets for bomb threatsYou're hanging by a threadWhat if we never come backWhat if it's all just jokesI hate my fearI want to drop it to its kneesI want to punch it till it bleedsWhen I was 12I hid under the blanket because I thought I was going to dieJust because I died in a video game and thought to myselfWhat if I never come backWhat if it's all just jokesI hate my fearI want to drop it to its kneesI want to punch it till it bleedsHelp meNo one needs a New York for young loversA nonunion country running for coverBomb bets for bomb threatsYou're hanging by a threadNo one needs a New York for young loversA nonunion country running for coverBomb bets for you Aus Songtexte Mania