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If I leave this time of night This street will have me dead With its doorways and its downstairs And the crack house up ahead Sometimes I wish to hell He’d time his speech as well But he’s got to get this off his chest Now here we go again He thinks he’s getting old And as his future, his ex-girlfriend Thinks that he can not sleep with me He says it’s best to stay I might leave anyway I have no history No revolutionary cause To claim my soul Only he lying next to me Gives the terms of his abandonment He catalogues his destiny He finds he has no room for me Like a true American I’m traveling, traveling far Letras de cancionesI’m at a Texaco in New Mexico And from there I find a bar There’s only one man there Soon he pulls up a chair Forced to keel on his filthy breath And here we go again He talks of Indians Hopi dancing, alcoholics, wounded knee He thinks he loves me He says they greet the sun I wonder if he’s won I have no history No revolutionary cause To claim my soul Only he lying next to me Gives the terms of his abandonment He catalogues his destiny He finds he has no room for me Everyday’s an invitation Just to get out of bed Opportunities for women Just drive and get ahead Just like a tv show With plenty more to go So today I’ll try to want to care And here I go again It might be getting worse And as my future, my ex-boyfriend Thinks I do I can not help you I guess that no one wins Get out your violins We have no history No revolutionary cause To claim our souls And oh, we had that destiny But he found he had no room for me From Letras Mania