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(Currie, Harvie, Slaven) Lovehearts on an old stone building Have no relevance now Sherry bottles in a bus-stop litter bin Remind me of you somehow You look so young it's frightening Life's been good to you But strike me down with bolts of lightning If I wasn't good to you too Throw me away, throw me away again 'Cos I don't mind, I'm still satisfied With just a hatful of rain Merry widows in stock gloss magazines Dumbstruck open their mouths And out comes some old jackpot philosophy -- Everything must pay somehow And I've heard you say that he just works for me, Doing things that you can't do But grease my palms with a hatful of currencies I don't belong to you Throw me away, throw me away again 'Cos I don't mind, I'm still satisfied With just a hatful of rain Aus Songtexte Mania