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these american dreams these giant television screens these planes that cant be seen flying over everything this broken factory this coca-cola recipe this counterfeiting machine counterfeiting everything this industry this economics these magazines these marvel comics the next time i hear this comet comes i'll be turning 93 now telescopes they don't tell lies and galaxies don't give advice baby, see it expanding growing colder, growing older just like me well, these american dreams this crooked symphony yes it echoes through the constant holes like numbers on the bathroom wall and saxophone and secret code whispers on your telephone words you used to know by heart words you used to use back home and its california in the morning and new york in the evening would it got three on your headphones speaking from another century now time aint not be holding us but time is not a friend i trust now i never liked him much enough Songtextei never liked him much and there aint nothing you can do and there aint nothing you can do your folks were right x3 and there aint nothing you can do x2 your folks were right x3 now the time is much in distant like a bird outside the window and if you believe in the distance it will never go away 'cause today, yeah today, today is different and there aint nothing you can do x2 your folks were right x3 and there aint nothing you can do x2 your folks were right x3 and there aint nothing you can do x2 your folks were right x3 Aus Songtexte Mania