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Did you forget it's a bus ride Or are you dressed up for somebody to care? There's somewhere to be Ain't there? Doomed to your configuration Or that there's water in your shoes And someone in your arms Because she's used to being told she's perfect and Used to all them crying So what's the difference? What makes me different? You'll be mine again, I'll get there I guess I'll wait and see But she's like, "Boy, don't tell me you're still crying for me" And she's like, "Boy, don't tell me you're still crying for me" It looks like rain and boarding signs Your transatlantic lullaby When you got away And she'll need a piece of you to take along And that is not real good And it's just the start Because she's used to being told she's perfect and Used to all them crying So what's the difference? What makes me different? SongtexteBut you'll be mine again, I'll get there When you're not busy bein' you But she's like, "Boy, don't tell me you're still crying for me" And she's like, "Boy, don't tell me you're still crying for me" Revolving door does turn with you around In celebration, you bring Still ringing out I've played out every line Alacrity's hiding place Always occupied But to slip at the slightest invite Surely he's not too far beside And baby, I'll be alright With it this time Aus Songtexte Mania