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don't come waltzing back to my door i cannot give any more tour country cousins, squabble and fight and gamble your way through the night the money's all gone, it's time to move on leave all the debts, those letters and threats oh the island awaits the quarryman's whim who dillies and dallies within the favoured fearful take some offence and speak of those summers well spent if the rumours are true, the daytrips are through Songtexteleave with the rest, who could not care less oh the rumours are true, the daytrips are through leave with the rest, who could not care less Aus Songtexte Mania