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Dancing my underpants I'm gonna run for government I'm gonna form a covers band and all Back there by the baby grand did Mr. Winter Wonderland say "Come here kid, we really need to talk"? Bear with me, man, I lost my train of thought I fantasize, I call it quits, I swim with the economists And I get to the bottom of it for good By the time reality hits, The chines of freedom fell to bits The shining city on the fritz They come out of the cracks, Thirsty for blood Just as the apocalypse, finally gets prioritised And you cry some of the hottest tears you ever cried Multiplied by five I suppose a singer must die "Singsong 'round the money tree" This stunning documentary that no one else unfortunately saw Such a beautiful photography, Letras de cancionesit's worth it for the opening scene I've been driving 'round listening to the score Or maybe I just imagined it all I've played to quiet rooms like this before Bear with me, man, I lost my train of thought From Letras Mania