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You've got your clukes in meOut legs locked at right anglesShould scatter like pigeonsBut I'll stay here and make sweat with youAnd kick my own guts outLose a pint of self respectStatued and selotapedTongue-tied and desolateBlow unlucky eyelashes and hide the stray hairsOr should we just give up Take backward bounds and leapsAnd sit and shy shiver whileThe latest one sleepsCry from the bedroomClean all the blanketsSpend your time wishing back an act that is thanklessAnd those old fools have got nothing on meThis is a monolithCan't help but stuggle withthe will and the wayward old hat idealsThe weight of the uniform and the way that it feelsWe can't see round it and all the while weLetras de cancionesCry from the bedroomClean all the blanketsSpend your time wishing back an act that is thanklessAnd those old fools have got nothing on meAnd the distance maps out like the flag of a countryI never knewAnd hay bales with eyes half shut like shee on sleepingpills under the blueNow sink down you balsa wood box in your chair likeit was the dirtI'm going home to certain deathTo certain deathIt doesn't have to be this wayIt doesn't have to be this wayIt doesn't have to be this wayIt doesn't have to be this wayCry from the bedroomClean all the blanketsSpend your time wishing back an act that is thanklessAnd those old fools have got nothing on meThose old fools have got nothing on meThose old fools have got nothing on meThose old fools have got nothing on me From Letras Mania