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Because I'm happy to be sad I want it all I want it bad Oh, oh, it's all that I want A vintage year of pop I hear The middle of the end is near Torture me and torture me It's forcin' me so torture me Torture me with socery It's forcin' me so torture me All the leaves are turning brown Then wind is pushing me around Let's go, it's what I know The will of God is standing still Brazilian children get their fill Let's go... Let's turn it up and dumb it down Thw vision of your ultra sound Is so... A vintage year of pop I hear The middle of the end is near It's so... (Thanks to Nim for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania