Sitting on a rusty bathtub
Neon fire light shining in his eyes
In his hands a plastic flower
The race is run to see who wins the prize
The caravan is on the plain
No time to say, no time to sing
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Magdelania, won't you come to my side
Workin' hard no more, that's the time I must hide
When he sees the changing laugh
He knows it is the winter of his time
Summer came and went so fast
Autumn spun it's web and made us fly
The caravan is on the plain
No time to say, no time to sing
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Magdelania, won't you come to my side
Workin' hard no more, now's the time I must hide
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