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Sat down with the poker faceThe snake eyes and your pillowcaseThe hands holding the triple aceAre laying down the cardsShe said it without sentimentYeah, it's tragic, but it's true my friendYou know it really makes no differenceYour little bleeding heartI thought you would have got it allThe Bible's painted on the bedroom wallAnd all you had to do was callFor one final repriseThe innocents will stop and stareThe libertines play truth or dareYou've been waiting out the summer thereAnd loving by degreesAnd, oh, take a little more time'Cause fever beats all down the lineI said, oh, take a little more time'Cause fever beats all down the Yeah, these are our heroes nowAnd fever beats on furrowed browsWhile all the fake the past allowsLetras de cancionesIs turning into goldIt's a sonnet on the news at tenThe Lord's Prayer or a requiemIt's Dylan, it is BethlehemRecited on a game showAnd, oh, take a little more time'Cause fever beats all down the lineI said, oh, take a little more time'Cause fever beats all down the lineAll down the lineAll down the lineSo, hey now, are you listening'Cause the day is slowly closing inYou're dust and you are heart and skinYou're blood and you are veinAnd through the night, yeah, through it allIn every word and every chordYou're sure you've heard it all beforeAnd you'll hear it all againHear it all againHear it all againAnd, oh, take a little more time'Cause fever beats all down the lineI said, oh, take a little more time'Cause fever beats all down theAnd, oh, take a little more time'Cause fever beats all down the lineI said, oh, take a little more time'Cause fever beats all down the lineAll down the lineAll down the lineAll down the line From Letras Mania