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I hear them talkingI know you hear them tooJust remember every time they point a finger at youThey got three fingersPointing right back at themselves Mama always said "Failure wasn't falling down, Failure was staying down on the ground"Mama's gone nowBut you still get up every timeHang on, hang on Every rising sun is one more till I come back to ya babeAnd teach you how to stay warmHang on, hang onLet this whole town judge you for what they think is wrongBecause all that I know you are innocent in my armsI aint no J.C.You aint no MagdaleneBut this cold world it gets colder it seemsEvery time They let them church bells ringYeah, but I seen ya danceSongtexteIn the pouring rainThat duct tape on your fiddle babe, it aint no shameThings are only as broke as you let them beSo hang on, hang on Every rising sun is one more till I come back to ya babeAnd teach you how to stay warmHang on, hang onLet this whole town judge you for what they think is wrongBecause all that I know you are innocent in my armsHang on, hang on Every rising sun is one more till I come back to ya babeAnd teach you how to stay warmHang on, hang onLet this whole town judge you for what they think is wrongBecause all that I know you are innocent in my armsAll that I know, All that I knowAll that I know, you are innocent in my arms. Aus Songtexte Mania