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I know a guy he's from far far away He's a songwriter he's got something to say He says people in this city are too busy to hang out The towns so spread out no one would hear you if you shout Everyone's got a script to sell And some place else they want to be There's always a lock that would open If you could just find the key But I know the patron saint of desperate causes Doesn't ring his fingers with diamonds and ruby roses Some say there's no solution to all this disillusion But what am I to say to you who simply doesn't care There's a lonely girl riding the bus in the middle of the night She calls herself up to hear a friendly voice She says, "Hi this is Casandra leave your name and your number and I'll call you back if I have the time and if I remember." Paddy cake, paddy cake Barkeep man pour me a beer as fast as you can What to do with all this sadness that I see Lord knows it ain't easy being green Some say there's no solution to all this disillusion But what is there to say to you who simply doesn't care Aus Songtexte Mania