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long live the springtimewith her perfumed but poisonous powersshe murders the winter that's loved inthen she throws on a wreath of her flowersbut the spring's not completeif the flowers aren't as sweet as the dead petswe've buried in the yardso wave goodbye aye ayefrom the windowclose the curtainssit down play a big blue guitarnow show me the springtimewith her new book of rules for my trustI'll break them the moment I've read themthen I'll beg for the spring to be justbut I just can't competewith the wind in the streetand it's blowing crazy blossom round the carsso wave goodbye aye ayefrom the windowclose the curtainssit down play a big blue guitarLetras de cancionesand let us drink to the telephone and the line that disappears down my streetI remember it used to lead to somewherebut today it just doesn't reachand the wind can be a bitch down the avenues in springI watch you blown away so freeso free From Letras Mania