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On my way back to Waldenwell I tripped, and I fellOh the pocket belongs to the woman, she wept.Well I guess there ain't much you can dobut I'll tell you the thing that makes me so blueThere's nothing around, no money, no crown,certainly no gold in this town.Well is there anything you can offer menow the cold is driving into this holeOh is there nothing you can give to meNo sign she will, oh hellNow we drive on down to little Mexicobut you can never let me go through the bridgedriving around this old folk's townhoping I don't go to your schoolBut when the brains go down and crash into the groundwell we'll know because you burned the shore.Oh so when we're all smiling singing "my, oh my"on the way to the next light.Well is there anything you can offer menow the cold is driving into this hole.Oh is there nothing you can give to meNo sign she will, oh hell Aus Songtexte Mania