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Take me down to corner of a million milesWhere time is a waste of timeFind me a pleasant tomb and a wishing bone to be left alone withI'll be waiting by the phone lineTookah, you're mineSaid the girl you left her so divineWooaaah, woaaahhCome down to the corner of my painIt's been rigged, yeah anywayI've been a lonesome babe more than I ever toldAnd breatheOh your mind is a pleasure tombDrifiting along the gold gold goldenLatch your senses over mineTookah, you're mineSaid the girl you left her so divineTookah, you're mineWooaaah, woaaahhAnd breathe, oh your mind is a pleasure tombDrifting along the gold gold golden From Letras Mania