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There weren't no female pirates, Yr friends are dressed like whores and there's, competitions to see what you win, we got, short skirts a-yo-ho-ho. We'll take take take, what it takes to get angry. We bury each other where we must balance each other. I'll wait wait wait for the moment to grab me, I remember I would walk to yr bus stop, and it wouldn't change a thing I can feel the doubt still lingering, I can feel my cheap heart beat. Aus Songtexte Mania