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Moving back, chairs broken and stackedI can't seem to shake the fix I'm inBetter words that were sung or heardYears before meStill I do my bestpushing pens to breastCut out signals leftJust when you thought you had me peggedThinking I'm the sameThen I go and changeThree become a nameChords just rearrangedRhythm shoes and windows to see throughAnother jealous husband to be killedBetter words have been sung out of tuneI'm happy in this hotel once againForcing thoughts to penRehearsals for the endJust when you thought you had me peggedThinking I'm the sameThen I go and changeLetras de cancionesThree become a nameChords just rearrangedNever kill the manufactured feelAnd so no longer matters in the endBetter words you're never gonna hearMrs. Jones your son crossed to the bankStill he must give thanksThe money's all been madeJust when you thought you had me peggedThinking I'm the sameThen I go and changeThree become a nameChords just rearranged From Letras Mania