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Infinite Jest and cinnamon bread Why don't you make yourself at home When you open up you close me in And cut me to the bone Close as a kiss on the lip To the southern tip Until you were red in the face Now you’ve got nothing to say Now you've got nothing to say Spring, Summer, Fall You were standing tall Winning all of your basketball games You galloped on the piano keys Like a Liberace fool You hummed a little out of tune And somehow you sounded cool Like in like May, June, July I was a good guy And you came over that day Now I've got nothing to say I’ve must have left open the gate And now the dog is running away If this goes on forever Could you ever keep me safe Letras de cancionesLike all the men you have loved The women you have loved You tell me this when we're together When I know it's not the case Cause all the men you have loved The women you loved They all got something to say They all got something to say They couldn't keep me away From Letras Mania