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This place is on fire and I set it burningI just can't stand to be another night hereI've watched you take your clothe's offA hundred times too manyI've watched you turn that light outAnd I feel the weight of you lie beside meWe lie here in the darkI pull faces in the darkThis is how they do it hereThey pay your rent and they buy you beerAll these things that you've given meI want to take them and throw them awayAll these things that you've given meIn the morning I'll find the love I've knownIf they'll have me back in Spanish HarlemI'll say I'm sorry and I'll mean it this timeAnd I'll tell my ma' it was the vodka talkingThough they're still born the son of bitchFifth Avenue dogs scratch a different itchNo-one will ask me who I've beenAnd no-one will ask me what I've seenLetras de cancionesThere's not a real bit of me hereIt's just a story that I've weavedA three-minute song that you believedAll these things that you've given meI want to take them and throw them awayAll these things that you've given meAll these things that you've given meI want to take them and throw them awayAll these things that you've given meAll these things that you've given me From Letras Mania