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I've been walking the straight lineLiving in my best friend's pocketBeen looking at my lifeAll the time, all the timeHow can I do my work?Always looking over my shoulderWhen everything falls apartWhen you make a false startThen you can't turn the pagesAnd you can't find the doorWhen nobody's your babyNot even close to pulling throughWe fill up stolen hours,Hunger for the touch of moneyBuilding crooked towersOn the fault line, fault lineWhen I came running to youI was following the light from a dead starWhen everything falls apartWhen you meet a fale heartThen you can't turn the pagesAnd you can't find the doorWhen you're nobody's babyNot even close to pulling through Aus Songtexte Mania