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Oldest form of revenue One more drink for the road Drive them to the heights Dragging by the toes Goodnight everyone Keep your eyes on me When the view is insane We can break the mold And go against the grain Where are you now my sister? Wilding hair beneath the half moon Arrange the heavens Electra Your flaming arrow in the dawn You leave my mind so clеar But the floor is a mess Those drеamless nights on the road I count among the best Goodnight everyone I’m all done with fame Cos I’m always on guard Always on parade Never seen again Where are you now my sister? Wilding hair beneath the half moon Arrange the heavens Electra Your flaming arrow in the dawn From Letras Mania