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I'm hiding in the lounges, Of the immigrant-run motels, I won't pick up no receiver, Can't you tell? What's got me acting this way? I'm estranged. The very sound of her voice, Is like a blow to my head, I don't want her alive, And I don't want her dead. What's got me talking that way? I'm estranged. Aus Songtexte Mania