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I won't wish for kids Cuz I will break like glass And I wish I'd win to 6099 charts I can find diamonds on a Saturday In a pot hole or down the backstreets of Los Angeles And my stomach aches with jokes and jealousy And I wake at three I wish you were next to me And it multiplies And I've seen six years Of these time bombs and let-it-go fears It's my sin I'm into him I am into him If I knew I was sinning it would happen again It's happening again Are you a poet too Or someone who wants it through? We'll take me down and down and down into a sweet rose Oh the fall in St Augustine Three days once a year of green I pass the fruit stands SongtexteAnd idle cars I can find diamonds on a Saturday In a pot hole or down the backstreets of Los Angeles It's my sin I'm into him I am into him If I knew I was sinning it would happen again It's happening again Aus Songtexte Mania