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Night out, and no moving Life under streetlight brooding Low sound, oh how soothing Summer caught with red-hand looting All this talk of missing Could make a man wanna die if he was ever alive No crown, no new king Dread in a worn eye proving Old heart fit new wings Just never been good at losing All this feeble wishing Could make a kid wanna cry if he was ever alive It's getting harder to remember How a good time used to feel When the pit of cracked November Is always tricking out my feet This is something monumental A stain on a linen sheet so I pray Roll, roll December But thе waves are whipping me Right thought, but wrong feeling Cards cut and moonlight dеaling White chalk, hope peeling Letras de cancionesDead earth and a diamond ceiling All this empty living Could make a kid wanna cry if he was ever alive Cut fruit, old papers Look how a life-line tapers If she's bored, engage her A little chore can sometimes save you All this aimless kicking Could make a man wanna die if he was ever alive It's getting harder to remember How a good time used to feel When the pit of cracked November Is always tricking out my feet This is something monumental A stain on a linen sheet so I pray Roll, roll December But the waves are whipping me Are you gonna get it? Are you gonna get it? Are you gonna get it? Are you gonna get it? You paid your way to heaven Paid your way to heaven Paid your way to heaven With a messed-out credit Said are you gonna get it? Are you gonna get it? Are you gonna get it? Are you gonna get it? You paid your way to heaven Paid your way to heaven Paid your way to heaven With a messed-out credit Are you gonna get it? Are you gonna get it? Are you gonna get it? Are you gonna get it? You paid your way to heaven Paid your way to heaven Paid your way to heaven With a messed-out credit Said are you gonna get it? Are you gonna get it? Are you gonna get it? Are you gonna get it? You paid your way to heaven Paid your way to heaven Paid your way to heaven With a messed-out credit From Letras Mania