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Oh, I'm fading. I don't stand a chance and meat is murder and I don't even dance and something is still worring me tonight. Oh, I'm falling and nothing's working out and what comes out from my mouth is nothing to worry to about 'cause everything sounds miserable tonight. I haven't said too much, have I? There are things you should keep to yourself. I haven't said too much, have I? There are things you should keep to yourself. I haven't said too much, have I? There are things you should keep to yourself. Aus Songtexte Mania