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I saw you making celebrationsAt your breakfast on the tableWith a flask full to your lipsNot foreboding, joy of living, joy of givingBefore tomorrow comes, before tomorrow comesAnd all the cartwheels through your past napAfter breakfast in the gardenNow the flask moves to your lipsFall forever, not foreboding, joy of living, joy in givingBefore tomorrow comes, before tomorrow comesNow you need this more than everAs you see fit after dinnerWith the flask felt on your lipsAll the pie-charts now become clearGone forever, not foreboding, full of living, joy in givingBefore tomorrow comes, before tomorrow comes Aus Songtexte Mania