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1 2 3 4 gimme more cause I think were going down What you need it for? We gonna rub that to the bottom-line Now you should save yourself I'm on my own not used to no one else Cause everytime I think I'm fine you keep on dreaming of A hundred different ways to cause hysteria Am I insane am I blind I just cant seem to trust Too many regulations coming back at you Were running out of money, of love, of luck Were running out of language of fame of bread Were running out Something tells me that I'm fine but when I get enough Another one...wouldn't be too much But still I chew it up and spit it out it's too big to swallow Gotta enough for everyone so here we go ooh Lets see how far that we have run before this gig is over I hear the warning signs on everybody's stereo Do you love what you like or would you do for more? You keep on dancing underneath the burning floor We re running out of money __ of confidence Were running out of drugs, of patience of air Were running out Letras de canciones Were running out of money of love of luck Were running out of fame of language of bread Were running out of money of __ of confidence Were running out of drugs, of patience From Letras Mania