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In this city where sitting's a crime we'll sit down to steak whenever we dine while so called wealth is bartered back and forth we end up much poorer than we were before Like an unlocked door no-one's thought to try like your lowly temp when she rolls her eyes like your cherished youth being bound and tied like waiting in line for a fork in the eye by the tilt of your chin in my evening air I sense that for you, I'm not even there so keep the chasm wide and loud let your net worth rule the playground Aus Songtexte Mania