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All the excuses I make for being late, every one of them is fake. All the excuses I make for being late, every single one is fake. I'd like to sleep all day but there's money to be made. I sit and watch the clock as my enthusiasm fades. Enter the elevator so begins the debate: stay in tonight or go out late? Nobody warned that it's not honesty that you use everyday. It's cunning invention. The words that you say they are measured and weighed. So please watch your mouth. You know that I know that you know the truth. I know that you have no idea what I'll do. You know that I know that you know the truth. I know that you have no idea what I'll do. Aus Songtexte Mania