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Branded on a telephone Germans came, I wasn't home Nickel for your fortune true Dime when you reach forty-two Vertebrae all scrambled 'round Lately I have found a sound Mention this to him above Take care of the one I love He told me not to be afraid I kissed his feet and dug my grave Walkin' down a line again Hey mister, have you got a friend Branded on a telephone Junk man come, I wasn't home Peace (?) escaped from me today Fortune lady was a liar Aus Songtexte Mania