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I guess I like my job just fine Taking orders, pouring wine Yet inside, I am so unsure 'Cause I long to be so much more When I get home from work at night I read up on the New York Times Doze off in my computer screen And pray it's all a crazy dream Through all the noise She's the anchor that is keeping me sound Oh, my mind's a ship that's going down I saw big tall mountains of green On the cover of a magazine And thought to myself with a smile "I think I'll go there for a while" So I boarded a big jet plane Left my problems in the USA Had a lovely time in Ecuador Now I'm right back where I was before Through all the noise She's the anchor that is keeping me sound Oh, my mind's a ship that's going down Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Songtexte Oh, Hollywood has stole my soul Those city lights swallow me whole She's nothing like the models on the screen No, she's the realest thing I've ever seen Through all the noise Love's the only thing that matters anyhow Oh, my mind's a ship that's going down Oh, my mind's a ship that's going down Oh, my mind's a ship that's going down Aus Songtexte Mania