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Let me shout its common cause for things to fall apartFor radicals to ruin all that's rightI don't mean to flout the laws of government or heartI just don't want to lose your eyesWait for the ocean-bottled newsFly-bys and radio balloonsWe will sing of lesser traitsand play them for the magistrateIn groups of four or eight or twelveUntil they say "we might as well"Grocery stores and cannonballsLine up on my list of things I'll remember when I'm oldWater towers and Mid-west plains still in the abyssLeft unseen 'til we're further up the roadWait for the static stat airwavesLand-locked ocean-side paradesWe will bring our new debatesAnd sing them for the magistrateIn groups of four or eight or twelveUntil they say "we might as well"Hey, hey, hey, we might as wellThese days are not fastLetras de cancionesTimes will not lastSo they say, but I'm having trouble believingTry to settle soft in the canopy we've lostAs you dance and sway and kiss with Costa RicansThese days are not fastTimes will not lastSo they say, but I'm having trouble believingTry to settle soft in the canopy we've lostYou are getting all you can from my hurting, from my hurting From Letras Mania