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Patchwork land is leading us to ruinsweekday rates at many roadside roomsa sombre mood's got me electric blueto match the colour of the films that roll inside my television heada geolgist I'm afraid I'm notstuck between a hard place and a rocksomething tells me I'm about to loseall sense and slip off the fenceyou've got, you've got, you've got, you've gotthe run of the roomonly words out of your mouth should be I can take this on(x2)I saw an argument and came insidea pointless spectacle that kept me occupied from the sidelinestonight you'll leave tomorrow you'll be backarmed to the teeth with apologiesyou know you'll cut us both some slacka geolgist I'm afraid I'm notstuck between a hard place and a rocksomething tells me I'm about to lose Songtexteall sense and slip off the fenceyou've got, you've got, you've got, you've gotthe run of the roomonly words out of your mouth should be I can take this on(x2)of course there's nothing lostit's kept in pens and marginsand stuck inside the back of yesterdaylike who has shared your hoursand who has shared your sheetsand I don't see a reason why we all must go to sleeponly words out of your mouth should be I can take this onyou've got, you've got, you've got, you've gotthe run of the roomonly words out of your mouth should be I can take this on(x2)I can take this on(x4) Aus Songtexte Mania