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Lines laid out on a glass-top tableDanya the model for freeI am enticed in by two lonely strangers on the poster(a Woody Allen winter)Age old lines told of old age(skin is)Fresh from your loving I'll have fish for my supper(with piles of salt)And trim you once every daySo it might get better(before I go to bed)Or it might not get better at all(I check my stocks and shares)There's horses pouring from that punch over there(horses as a representation of my release)I wanna play by an ice cold river(pinch you like your pimp)Ride in an open top busFresh from your loving I'll have fish for my supper(raise your standard rates)And write a play called 'old us'Somewhere we heard drumsThe summer breaks in that old bayLetras de cancionesLeaving candles filling cupsThe price you get for running awayI'm sleeping despite your heavy breathingIt might get better(but my conscience is worthless)Or it might not get better at all(at least it's worth as much to me)There's horses pouring from that punch over there(horses as a product of my weakened mental state)It might get better(filling in a ditch)Or it might not get better at all(with strips of golden hair)There's horses pouring from that punch over there(horses as a ?)You heard drumsYou heard drumsYou heard drumsYou heard drumsYou heard drumsYou heard drums in der nightNext time you come back here oh don't come back here at allNext time you come back here oh don't come back here at all'Cos it might get betterOr it might not get better at allThere's horses pouring from that punch over thereYou heard drumsIt might get betterOr it might not get better at allThere's hourses pouring from that punch over thereYou heard drumsYou heard drumsYou heard drumsYou heard drums in der night From Letras Mania