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Green bed of bottles, open to the skyBare head of drunk man, the beads of sweat go dryHe says he's sorry, tender as a lambshe says, "go", meaning, "stay", meaning, "You have to pay"Behind the moon, in the dead zonein the darkness where lovers all are blindSources of light in this land of the deadare electric shocks and blows to the headThe silence broken by his voice alonesaying, "yes", meaning, "no", as he tears down their homeBehind the moon, in the dead zoneI'll still be calling, calling out for youBehind the moon, when all hope has goneWell, what else would you have me do?Green bed of bottlesGreen bed of bottles and bottles and... From Letras Mania