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Young manTrips on his handsKissing linoleumWishing his pension would comeSilver-hair in the big leather chairLaughs and says, son, hold on,You got at least thirty more years hereThis is all?Can this really be?Somebody save meAnd show me the beautyOf what could ever possibly beFor someone as gone as me(Back to safety)Young ladySmiles for the last timeAt her secretaryHer imaginary dreamsHave been dropped officiallyShe crawls out the doorClimbs into the chariotFor one more long fumigated rideSongtexteShe says, oh,Could this really be?Somebody save meAnd show me the beautyOf what could ever possibly beFor somebody as gone as meSomebody save meAnd show me the beautyOf what could ever possibly beFor someone as gone as meYoung babyReads misery perfectlySees that Mommy smiles rarelyAnd Daddy can't seem to breathe properlyBaby says, I better start cryingWhile I still have timeThey call me babyWell doesn't that mean they have toSave meAnd show me the beautyOf what could ever possibly beFor someone as young, as gone as meSomebody pull meBack to safetySomebody, somebody please Aus Songtexte Mania