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Your wine it tastes so sweet But its no affaire damour I can hear the ghosts of 14th St. As they are running out the door Can't you see you have no connections It's plain to see you have no connections You're oblivious to me As you climb out the top of some truck limousine Still filming your scene You're talking way too loud But there's nothing to exchange You prefer to dine with your own crowd Out there grazing on the range Oh can't you see you have no connections It's plain to see you have no connections No connections It's plain to see you have no connections You're oblivious to me Now you're talking in the dark through my favorite scene My favorite scene Aus Songtexte Mania