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It's a numbers game I've got a record of a dull day Shots filling up, filling up a hard drive The dark arts are getting lost In a machine home The sound of a thousand musicals Well all I can do is talk Well all I can do is talk And I've probably never had an original thought A numbers game A damn phonebook does a balancing act on a spinning plate The screen is my half-brother Just another, just another When the desert is ground to dust I wish still I can't be won Pablo said and he's never ever ever wrong Well all I can do is talk Well all I can do is talk And I thought we're getting closеr but we're further apart Fashion a sun Lеading from the back A dead type in an old press-pack Well who owns the sky? SongtexteWell who owns sky? Why you never, you never saw it coming, walking out looking straight backwards Well all I can do is talk Well all I can do is talk And I thought we're getting closer but we're further apart Well you're well-fed In a wealthy way Well you're well-fed In a wealthy way Well all I can do is talk Well all I can do is talk My God, I've never had an original thought Aus Songtexte Mania