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He hung everything he had up on The Rainbows It was the only game left that's on that late And the kid that does collections will cut you into ribbons And sprinkle you on popcorn for the pigeons The sure things can go wild at the last moment True love can turn and run you off the road If you chalk it up to luck then you're basically admitting You don't put much faith in your decisions They kick off in the city at eleven But in Hawaii it's the middle of the day The massacres hurt way less than the close ones The trash along the beach along the bay The saints were all more human than holy His laugh will often crash into a cough Spent an awful lot of time turning money into wine Trying to sell the truth back to the cause They always try to hide out in the dead space The soldiers pick up speed out in the plains states Had a friend who got burned out there in Sheridan Wyoming The chemicals flared up into his face The words mean less each time you repeat them SongtexteDisassociate from what they represent All those friendly ghosts tend to have the one thing in common They couldn't really cope with how it went Can't see it when they cut to commercials But there's trash along the beach along the bay They kick off in the city at eleven in the evening In Hawaii it's the middle of the day The saints were all more human than holy 4th quarter and The Warriors look dead The kid that does collections will cut you into ribbons But a Cinderella story has a couple different versions The Tigers get a touchdown on an island in the ocean And he's trying to do the numbers in his head Aus Songtexte Mania