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call it faith, call it greed I forgot it... could you come & remind me? I'm the fault nominee with a dollar and a bucket for the weak I've seen this show it always ends the same - I know you know you run, I crawl God tell me I'll be better tomorrow you lean, I fall God tell me I'll be better tomorrow you 're the world, you're the weight you're the star and I'm left here cut-rate you're the pain guarantee cleaning wounds with gasoline and salt to cure my thirst you're still the best at bringing out my worst so burnt out so left out of what I started Aus Songtexte Mania