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I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy But I can't stop listening to the sound Of two soft voices blended in perfection From the reels of this record that I've found Every day there's a boy in the mirror Asking me: "What are you doing here?" Finding all my previous motives Growing increasingly unclear I've travelled far and I've burned all the bridges I believed as soon as I hit land All the other options held before me Would wither in the light of my plan So I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy But there's only one thing on my mind Searching boxes underneath the counter On a chance that on a tape I'd find A song for Someone who needs somewhere To long for Homesick 'Cause I no longer know Where home is Aus Songtexte Mania