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Two black line streaming out like a guidance line. Put one foot on the road now where the sybourgs are driving, With the WD-40 in their veins the screeching little brakes complain. With the briefcase empty and the holes in my shoes, I try to stay friendly for the sugary abuse. So tell my secretary now to hold all of my calls, I believe I can hear through these walls. Oh please save me, save me from myself. I can't be the only one stuck on the shelf. You said you'd always fall for the underdog. Well I've been dreaming of jetstreams and kicking up dust, A thirty seven thousand foot of wonderlust And with skyline number 9 ticked off in my mind, Oh can you hear me screaming out now through the telephone line. Oh please save me, save me from myself. I can't be the only one stuck on the shelf. You said you'd always fall for the underdog Aus Songtexte Mania