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we spend all our weekdays apartexcept for when we're sleepingsuch a horrible designbut we're locked in until we meet the weekendand we're still sleepingbut it's no walk in the parkand i'm stumbling in the darklate at night i get so hungryor maybe i'm just boredwell it's probably bothso i'll have another drink to fill my stomachand trick my headbut it's never quite enoughand i'm skinny like a dogit's a cruel cruel gameand i'd rather not playif we're going by the old man's rulesbut i will take my turnand have a little funbefore the bitter ending comesof course i'd like to take a picturefrom the top of the eiffel toweror just lay down quietlySongtextein a field of flowersit's the fashion and technologythat send me with a shiverbut it's the wine soaked melodiesof tragic history singerswho know...that i'm an old souli'm an old old souli'm just another blue eyed soul Aus Songtexte Mania