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If it weren't for the last minute I'd get nothing done Just before the finishing comes another drum loop Smoke machine blowing out a 'bout of love Love is getting sweetening into this drink Lighting passing over on my thinking And all over the floor, let the fucks get the bin Known you so long I can rely on your memory Even DJs sometimes dance to someone else's tune She's a beacon, gleaming equal of the disco moon All the sleepless evenings and the grief this evening strewn Over grief receding morning mists in 3 repeated Junes Even DJs sometimes dance to someone else's tune Feelings deepen, like I feel for well receiving tunes Fleeting up from the party into the sky Receding from my seeing like a 3-year-olds balloon Known you so long I can rely on your memory Even DJs sometimes dance to someone else's tune Dreamlike visions often can just disappear too soon Beaded sweat, like dewdrops in the weeds preceding noon Green-eyed monsters sleep for now and leave me to my tunes Letras de cancionesEven DJs sometimes dance to someone else's tune Fuck those cheap adventures, always spent in the saloon This evenings smoke machine can even smell like a perfume Don't seek the answers to the riddles of those fleeting runes Feet keep moving, teeth keep chewing, see me Jesus through Deep it see they're dreaming, deep sea sleep in neat cocoons I can feel the tension, but I'll eat it with a spoon Secrets whispered easy to see what the people do Even DJs sometimes dance to someone else's tune Teardrops dry and you can try and cry me a lagoon Put a finger to the wind of the draft Coming in the fire exit like heaven If it weren't for the last minute I'd get nothing done Known you so long I can rely on your memory From Letras Mania