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Maybe I divine you passagefrom the darkness to your dreaming homeand when you cross my poem with a little bit of coinand give a little dog a little boneOh but could you, hardly blame mefor leading you astray a little whilewhen you never stop asking for service with a smileif my cup's a little emptyWhy aren't you filling it upWhy aren't you filling it upif my cup's a little emptyWhy aren't you filling it upNow sleep is a slow undertakerit bides in a bed with timeif the body in the middle is a well springhow tense is the coil in the mindand the anvil, bade(sp?) anvila pillow for my hammering headslippery and slick where the bulls are bledif the dream is half emptyWhy aren't you filling it upLetras de cancionesWhy aren't you filling it upif the dream is half emptyWhy aren't you filling it up[BRIDGE]I am the little flame on top of the candleI am the little light I let you seeand by leading you through these streets i mightmight even depend on youSo where now are the smiling faceshave now the shimmering coat(sp?)and well it looks a little emptyWhy aren't you filling it upWhy aren't you filling it upand well it looks a little emptyWhy aren't you filling it upWhy aren't you filling it upif the dream is half emptyWhy aren't you filling it up From Letras Mania