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There is a life beside the fire, she burns as if there were no deathWhereas her soul out on bail it moans as she takes her final breathStill around 'til the sun comes down, M.T. Jarre in"A Bit of a Good Time," effervescing ever after:"Toiled and toiled until sunk into sublime."Out on the mountain, down in the town there is a bright and shining airCircling cars with their windows in love, steaming up like a heady affairIn through the door, behind the curtainThis is the moon shiningDown through the sewer and onto the floorWhere the happy and free are whining and diningWhining and dining.Sometimes there are bridges falling downSometimes they drown in the winter seasSometimes the earth is really flatI could die from the truth, I swearSometimes it gets hot in hereSometimes the heat is unbearableSometimes it's bloody freezingI could die from the cold I swear.I could die from the truth I swear.Syl could die from the...I could die from the cold I swear.Syl could die from the truth, she swears. Aus Songtexte Mania