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(Soon)ListenI've been drinkin'As our house lies in ruinI don't know what I'm doingAlone in the darkAt the park or at the pier,Watching ships disappear in the rainThe world's just bonesThe world is black stones dressed up in the rainwith no place to go butHome, just like NanceOn a night like this, why, she'sPro-stars, pro-skyAll lit up and sick of fightingBeneath the diseased lightingOf the discotheque at nightIt don't mean a thing, it never means a thingIt don't mean a thing, it never means a thingIt's got that swingI've seen it allI've seen it allLetras de cancionesMagnolia's a girl, her heart's made of woodAs apocalypses go, that's pretty goodSha-la-la, wouldn't you sayPlease remove your spursCome to think of it, remove your antlersHaven't seen you for agesI still fly into ragesAt the mention of your name, Christine WhiteI think about you often, off in the desert, Laughing your head off in the Forest of the NightSay a prayer for the lightSo now I live wellI live in the mineI'm still slinging mud at the towers all the timeI took a walkAnd threw up in an English GardenI was born in the North, but my father's from the SouthLove is a political beast with jaws for a mouth I don't careYou're upset - and have every right to beRegretfully, you declineEvery night was a waste of timeEvery night, every night, every nightYou were on the side of goodI was inside of the sea's guts, A crumbling beauty trapped in a river of iceA crumbling beauty trapped in paradise,Oh yes, it was ParadiseThe tide comes in and the tide goes out againI suppose this is the kind of thing we see every dayThe tide comes in, the tide goes awayOh, the tide comes in, yes the tide, yes the tideA ransom note written on the night sky aboveReminds me what-in-particular about this wine I loveLike a punctured beast; better-off dead, Compliments going to my headLa-da-da, la-da-da!And speaking of my mind (the Sunflower)And speaking of a world turning sour on you, I was twenty years old in 1992I was bathed in golden sunlight, alrightI was ripped on dope, you were a ray of sunshineI was a hopeless romantic, you were swineYou've got to spend money to make moneyYou've got to stop calling me honeyOh world, you fucking explosion that turns us aroundThe searchlight slumps over, so sick of the night,And the kids on the boats, busted in the shipyardGoing down, down, down, down, down, down, downYou traveled light (all night, every night),To arrive at the conclusionOf the world's inutterable secret,And you shut your mouthI've seen it allFree and easy, gentle, gentleThe wind through the trees makes you mental for meNancy, in a state of crisis, on a cloud From Letras Mania