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every phone call. every photograph. every telegram. every telegraph. every dot and dash. every alibi. every white lie. every white line. every night time i think to myself...this is a no horse town so i'm building a van with this pile of steel and my two bare hands. we'll point towards the coast and work on our tans like "goddamn, it's nice to have plans." so we'll get in gear and search the radio for all the sounds that save your soul just like amazing graces. life is but a dream and i don't plan on waking up.open your books, find a blank pageand could you please take out your pens.cause all your friends love you but lord knows that you need a breakso you can make...h.i.s.t.o.r.y are you such a fool for all my historyweeks pass like days pass like hours pass like minutes and i'm finished with these measures of timebut the clock struck 4 so i threw back 3 more.they say it takes 2 to tango, but i will fly solo tonight.hold off on love, get what you want. how'd that work out? not well enough. cause i've got a pocket full of pennies and a bed so empty that i've stopped trying to fill it up. pause, until i get what i need, and that's peace of mind and cyd charisse, a pocket full of dimes and reprieve from sleep, cause rest is for the dead, and that ain't me yet.open your books, tear out every pageand leave just the spine and the space.cause all your friends love you, but lord knows that you need to fadeso you can make...h.i.s.t.o.r.y are you such a fool for all my historyoh no, we gotta go.it's all too familiar. we've been here before.h.i.s.t.o.r.y are you such a fool for all my history From Letras Mania