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Drawn up all my findings And I warn you they are candid My every day begins With reminders I've been stranded on this Planet where I've landed Beneath this gray as granite sky A place I wake up blushing like I'm ashamed to be alive How long can a world go on under such a subtle God? How long can a world go on with no new word from God? See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God Trotting the sod of the visible with no new word from God We're just drinking margaritas at the mall That's what this stuff adds up to after all Magenta, orange, acid green Peacock blue and burgundy Drinking margaritas at the mall Standing in the shadows of the signpost on the road Fifty gates of understanding, forty-nine are closed Yes, I guess this time I really hit that number on the nose What I'd give for an hour with the power on the throne How long can a world go on under such a subtle God? How long can a world go on with no new word from God? Letras de cancionesSee the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God Trotting the sod of the visible with no new word from God We're just drinking margaritas at the mall This happy hour's got us by the balls Magenta, orange, acid green Peacock blue and burgundy Drinking margaritas at the mall We're just drinking margaritas at the mall Drinking margaritas at the mall From Letras Mania