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I have to drive I have my reasons, dear Its cold outside I hate the seasons here They suffer mornings most of all I feel so powerless and small By ten o'clock I'm back in bed fighting the jury in my head We lean to drive Its fairly common, dear My friend and I I'm really frightened here Songtexte We suffer mornings most of all We take our oxygen mask off A sound goes thick and makes us breath But there's no choice we have to breath It is a delicate position Spin the bottle End transmission Something's leaking It's the weekend It's the weekend Oh Christ the claws are broken We'll have to drive Or else they'll catch us Jest get inside And take our chance's We suffer mornings most of all Wake in a Twisted mess and craw to find a telephone and call Meet you In an hour at the bar Aus Songtexte Mania