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People think i'm such a mess It doesn't make any sense 'Cause i don't see That me I am just a fragment Of my imagination And what i see Is what i see I've got this thing with God and cigarettes Making promises, making promises Making promises People make me think of me As something i don't wanna be But i can't I can't be that Then they say i feel too much You're like a wine you shouldn't touch But i don't see The problem I've got this thing with SongtexteGod and cigarettes Making promises Making promises I don't believe those Bunch of broken hearts Give it up, give it up Making promises, making promises Aus Songtexte Mania