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You´ve got to pay taxes boy
even though you thought you wouldn´t have to pay
i´m too much of a cynic, boy
how hard is that, keeping the faith
you´re like a backstage boy
running around, disturbing the peace
this is not texas, boy
get out of your box, it drives you insane
high roller, don´t let me down
dancing on a battlefield, keep me spinning round and round
high roller, split myself into you
oh what a beautiful ride
call on your brothers, boy
don´t wait until the end, you need somebody´s help
it´s your existence, boy
how hard is that, keeping the faith
break it down like that, what you wanna say?
you need a place called home
i guess your head is getting bigger
you need a place called home
what´s next?
you´re close to the edge right now
you need a place called home
i guess your head is getting bigger
you need a place called home
stand up!
oh what a beautiful ride