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There was a time when I heard you calling out my nameBut these days I'm not so sureWhen the room went dark and your voice was gone, I heard you all the sameBut these days I'm not so sureI knew I could remember your bedroom and your touchBut these days I'm not so sureDefinitely was the word I used far too muchCause these days I'm not so sureI bummed expensive cigarettesI wrote John Steinbeck's booksI undressed someone's daughter and then complained about her looksStealing was so easy then I wish that it still wereNow as I pick my own pocket I know these days I'm not so sureThe church was my kitchen, the world was my churchBut these days I'm not so sureThe choirs I would listen, the briers I would searchBut these days I'm not so sureI sacrificed my sister, I prayed my own soul to keepI told my dying father that a man should never weepBreathing was so easy then I wish that it still wereNow as the breeze just makes me colder, I know these days I'm not so sureSo if you see me tripping, I've forgotten how to walkand I spend my days wishing after herLetras de cancionesMy steps are without rhythm and her name is drawn in chalkas these days I'm not so sureI drank my wine for breakfast every morning I was bornin the black electric winter my back was always warmSleeping was so easy then I wish that it still wereNow in my sleepless bedroom, I know these days I'm not so sure. From Letras Mania