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i think someday you’ll be famousand i’ll be a fan far from the festival, aw yeahi think someday, maybe somedayi’ll grow up, let go, and we can take a hit at real friendshiphey hey honey, i think someday you’ll be famousif you don’t let your good, good heart go down the drainhe’s harrowed beneath a steering wheelbetween carpet and Nirvana-christened stereostays up starry-eyed, his head’s becoming a broken radioand how can you not cry “pestilence for my penitence”, aw yeah.hey honey, i think someday you’ll be famousif you don’t let your good, good heart go down the drainshe spiels when the razors find her heartshe’s been withdrawn for so long, the attrition pays to killwakes up pensive of the morning on her window sillseparates the glass, spreads her arms to cliff hang from her memoriesCrying Crying, crying, crying, crying “penitence for my pestilence, oh, penitence for my pestilence.”Letras de cancionesand i’ve learned to be a stranger to the love of my neighborsand when you say you’re abandoning all you’ve ever known,know that i don’t believe that you could abandon anythingwithout any sort of creed when you’re on your ownwait up, honey...honey...hey honey, don’t let your good, good heart go awayit’s always been a much better fit for you anyway From Letras Mania