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you spend too much time dwellin'' in some sweet after words the past is a puddle there's a flower in the middle that could be yours if you'd sing a little softer pay a little more attention to the atmospheres you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without asking you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without explaining you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without complaining you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without drinking Aus Songtexte Mania