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Out on the moorburning with coldI sprawled on the groundwhile the moon flew above all crisp and coldand so icy there wasn't a soundtill his head hit the table and the music got loudera fight in the room and I'm getting so tiredAll I knew (?) I really need is somewhere to hideDon't mutter at me, you bastardI've got cheap emotionsknock me down with a featherI show you the doorTell me a joke all points to the northI left as soon as I couldHe dropped like a glassmashed up on the groundin the fag ends and beerhe lay there quite stillbitter fears cut his hearthe'll live to regret thisLetras de cancionesso don't start...I really need is soemwhere to hideDon't mutter at me, you bastardI got cheap emotionsknock me out with a featherI show you the door From Letras Mania