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Harold T. Wilkins, or How To Wait For A Very Long
You've been packing your bags for the tenth timeYou've been up on the roof againAnd you're biding your time but it's all right they're coming any week nowLeft behind by the mothership, they're our only real friendsAnd inside, you'll always feel the same, even when you wake upEven if you wake upIn a town where everyone will kick and screamAnd come to the same conclusion every timeTime to realise you were never on the teamThere was always a question hanging over youIn a hot air balloon with a rusty nailLooking over your shoulder and setting sailYour dreams will become part of the future and coincide with the pastYou spend all your time by the radio waiting for the signalBut inside, you'll always feel the same, even when you wake upEven if you wake upIn a town where everyone will kick and screamAnd come to the same conclusion every timeTime to realise you were never on the teamThere was always a question hanging over youIn a hot air balloon with a rusty nailLooking over your shoulder and setting sailThey drive the same road drifting over to your sideThey drive the same road turn the lights on againThey sail the same strait turn the lights on again Aus Songtexte Mania