One-Way Ticket to Breakdown Songtext
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Across the street there is a man
with a look so tempting.
Flipping coins from hand to hand
or at least pretending.
I know, but you don′t,
he'll most likely get you where he wants.
′Cause you need, what he keeps:
fresh supply for fever reveries.
A one-way ticket to breakdown.
Your bittersweet friend in need.
In cold sweat you're tryin' to keep calm on hazy street.
Salty sweets and fever dreams.
And in his shiny leather shoes he′s out there gambling.
He carries strawberry jewels
but his ace is pending.
I know, but you don′t,
you most likely end up where he wants.
You need what he keeps:
gasoline for fever reveries.
Your one-way ticket to wake up.
Your bittersweet friend in need,
In cold sweat you're tryin′ to get out of the juicing machine.
Salty sweets and fever dreams.
A tangerine in a juicing machine.