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I'm sleeping soft tonight Keeping warm with crooked dreams The pennies off of dead men's eyes Never let my pockets weep And I'm sorry you had to know me When I'm so fit to be tied. I such a mensch in my clothes but my plans are criminal So give me your hand in a quote - I'll save your grim and single soul. I'm hoping you're the type The kind that falls for every line The kind that sings along to all of my wrongs Too good to be a find Now honey, my time is money And you've come dressed in rags From Letras Mania