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let's get the fuck out of here, it's like a congregation. from every drink's glass drips condensation. she's got her jacket on her back. we put our last drinks back and hit the first red light. no one moves; no one stands red-lip-sticks on her drink glass he's gone for three nights, come on he's gone for three nights, come on come on come on come on i got somewhere else to be Aus Songtexte Mania