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They sat in an abandoned luncheonetteSipping imaginary colaAnd drawing faces in the tabletop dustHis voice was rustyFrom years as a sergeant in "This Man's Army"Hey was old and crustyShe was twenty when the diner was a babyHe was a dishwasherBusy in the backHis hands covered with gravyHair black and wavyBrilliantine slickA pot-cleaning dandyHe was young and randyDay-to-day, to-day, todayThen they were old, their lives wasted awayMonth-to-month, to-year-to-yearThey all run togetherAll run togetherTime measured by the peeling of paintOn the luncheonette wallThey sat together in the empty dinerFilled with cracked chinaLetras de cancionesOld news was blowing 'cross the filthy floorAnd the sign on the door read"This way out", that's all it saidThat's all it saidThat's all it saidDay-to-day, to-day, todayThen they were old, their lives wasted awayMonth-to-month, and year-to-yearAnd month-to-month, and year-to-yearMonth-to-month, (day-to-day), year-to-year, (day-to-day)Month-to-month, (day-to-day), year-to-year, (day-to-day)Month-to-month, (day-to-day), year-to-year, (day-to-day)Month-to-month, (day-to-day), year-to-year, (day-to-day)Month-to-month, (day-to-day), year-to-year, (day-to-day)Month-to-month, (day-to-day), year-to-year, (day-to-day)Month-to-month, (day-to-day), year-to-year, (day-to-day)Month-to-month, (day-to-day), year-to-year, (day-to-day) From Letras Mania