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Thought I should let you know that we're all worried About the way you choose to live your life You always seem to be in such a big hurry All work, no play leaves no time for delight You're not a slave But you seem to be tired down You seek enlightenment in dead presidents But there's nothing to be found You tell everybody that you'r doing fine But I know you better And I know you'd never let them see you cry Keep telling yourself that you don't need help I wish you'd take it easier, friend Because if life is the means What's the end? What's it going to take for you to learn your lesson? You're on a wire Skating on thin ice The bookies and the doctors got you sweating Was cheating death and cheating bets worth the price? Why, then is your tired back breaking Your poor heart still aching? For money can't buy love or protect you from pain So what gives? Aus Songtexte Mania