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In the tree-lined cities in forgotten fieldsSome are born too pretty, some are born too realSome to death-wish pity, while the selfish stealSome groundSo just hunch back plans to start to feelAs the rise of man names his price to dealIt's look Ma, no hands on the steering wheelGoing roundGoes round...Slows downSome are early blooms, some are made to waitSome arrive too soon, some way too lateSome think the moon can navigateLife round...Hey, can't you seeWhat will be?Can't you see?It's behind you...What's behind youLook behind you...Hey, can't you seeWhat will be?Can't you see? Aus Songtexte Mania