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Your words they tear like teeth through a rotten showYou say the moneys on the table, the moneys on the tableWell I don't think I'll be able to fetch the cash this timeNo, this time I think I'll walk awayThen I just might to be able, I might be ableThink I might be able to respect myself this timeBecause it's part of me, it's economicsI do it well enough to get byI don't even have to tryIt's not my whole life you are buying with every copper coinNo my friend I'm not for sale anymoreNo this time I think I'll walk awayThen I just might to be able, I might be ableThink I might be able to respect myself this timeBecause it's part of me it's economicsI do it well enough to get byI don't even have to tryIt's not my whole life you are buying with every copper coinNo my friend I'm not for sale anymore Aus Songtexte Mania