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Warm friend we had a ball And we knew we had it good Camps to kitsch and shoes to fall We called it when we could Cold front The undertoe Easy come and easy good That's how the story blows For wires on a fence It's a critical equation It's a mother of the moon When they're calling for a mixture A little doom and gloom Storm front Rain will fall In the eye and in the mud Get them drunk on alcohol Get them ready for the flood It's a sensitive subject For a criminal mind So I'm taking my number I'm getting out of line SongtexteIt's a critical equation It's a critical equation It's a mother of the moon And they're calling for a mixture A little doom and gloom But it's a sensitive subject For a criminal mind So I'm taking my number I'm getting out of line It's a critical equation Aus Songtexte Mania