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Jane is fine always fineWe're unhappy most of the timeWe don't talk we don't fightI'm just tired she's way past caringBut she says she is fineShe tells lies most of the time what she needs I don't haveThat's not in the hand that I'm holdingSo we drink Spanish wineShe plays country records until the morningThis is mine all of mineShe is not she is not mineAnd I feel fine only when I'm sleeping only with the t.v. onShe and I and empty wine and whiskey bottlesAnd she write beneath crumpled sheetsShe is everything I needBut she would rather be any place but hereJane is fine always fineWe're unhappy most of the timeWe don't talk we don't fight I'm just tiredShe's way past caringSo we drink Spanish wine we tell liesWe're killing and we feel fineWell what's the crime? From Letras Mania