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I made eyes with a sailor with a burned-up handThe cross-eyed singer of a bad boy bandI loved an elegant gangster and a customs manBut then I fell for him and that was the endHe was gold-plated sparrow, he was chosen oneHe was Sandinista and my royal bombHe was my used car salesman and my wayward sonAnd then I fell for him and that was the endIn the morning, you may wake to find that I'm goneSad to go, but you know I need to stumble onIn time, with the passing of the days, you'll forget my nameIt's strange, I know the way some people play, but I'm just the sameThe Grand Destruction GameI made eyes with a sailor with a burned-up handA cross-eyed singer of a bad boy bandI loved an elegant gangster and a customs manAnd then I fell for him and that was the endAnd then he fell for me and then it was the endIn the morning, I may wake to find that he's goneSad and lonely, but I know he too must stumble onIn time, with the passing of the days, I may forget his nameIt's strange, you know the way some people play, but he's just the sameThe Grand Destruction Game From Letras Mania