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Run your fingers through your hair Let's pick up from where we left off Call all your friends, announce the new victory Once you were sweet to me, knock it off The music doesn't move you, doesn't soothe you Doesn't prove you're worth a dime You work 'round the clock, watch it tick and tock But this isn't your time Move over son, it's my turn to shine Was there ever a moment One small slice in history SongtexteWhen I took you seriously? When your belt and your shoes Did not announce your poor taste so fearlessly? 'Cause that's news to me And you can forget it, I get it I just don't let it get to me I regret to inform I do not fret or mourn The way things used to be It's all in the past now, it's all gone And the only way into the sun is walking But you'd rather run You'd rather run away The songs he writes are for "dad" The true love lost 'fore he ever had If stories begun "If father loved son" We wouldn't be feelin' so bad But doesn't everyone? And it's not that I hate you I never loved you enough to hate you To get even or mad so as not to seem sad Just seems ungrateful 'Cause really, I am thankful I'm sad Maybe we're the same unabashed and unashamed Then again, I dunno where you came from You keep carvin' out names First Jamie then James And I can't keep up to restrain you How come? We two came together for worst and for better It's true And the weather is clever But she's not the only one getting over you It's me, too And the only way into the sun is walking But you'd rather run You'd rather run away My god, it's no fun to watch you play dumb With your ugly hand on her thigh And she's nervous too, but politeness eschews The impulse to finger deny Plus, your girlfriend's a spy And what would she think to look up from her drink And find you in your sad little vest tryin' hard to undress The girls you sat down next to? She'll think nothing She'll be thinking of you I'm glad I don't know the places you go I'm glad for you and for them Let's be discreet if we are to meet on Ludlow ever again Don't mention Ben It's funny what you miss, it's funny what you don't I've thought it all through, the potential to fondly reminisce is this: I won't And the only way into the sun is walking But you'd rather run You'd rather run away Don't say we got along That's remarkably wrong It doesn't suggest or imply The thing about us you don't dare discuss We never got along famously, we just tried I tried to be good, I tried to be gracious and kind But working with you has done nothing but prove a total waste of time 'Cause the real curse is your mind Sometimes at night I stare at the ceiling And wonder what's wrong with me To involve myself with people Who don't know what my true feeling might possibly be Who latch onto my strength like it's all they've got It takes all of my strengths And I go through such lengths To show them it is not what they think they are stealing And the only way into the sun is walking But you'd rather run You'd rather run away Yes, the only way into the sun is walking But you'd rather run You'd rather run away Aus Songtexte Mania