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I step in the room You're not on the scene Since you left it The city's so clean There in the booth For all to see His hands in hers, hers in mine, yours on me Glass on the shelf Wet scarf that I left Blood that you puked all over my trench They are so hard to find Imaginary fields I'd like To be in sometime So please don't go making a mess The tales that they say won't count any less Things that you do You won't, but you might Hole in the roof, it gives me a fright So plеase don't go making a mess The talеs that they say won't count any less Things that you do You won't, but you might Hole in the roof, it gives me a fright Letras de cancionesAnd so I return to the scene of the crime Said I'd do it differently this time But I haven't changed, not yet at least A prayer I'll say to the soon, soon deceased Improbable tears, impossible heart The things that you told me from the start I'd call them again to call them by name What once I'd said, I could still claim So please don't go making a mess The tales that they say won't count any less Things that you do You won't, but you might Hole in the roof, it gives me a fright So please don't go making a mess The tales that they say won't count any less Things that you do You won't, but you might Hole in the roof, it gives me a fright From Letras Mania