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I'd be lying if I didn't say Fortunes wheel's just for show In this brutal turning Nothing changes the slow grind away Fancy language dies And everyone's happy to see her go Everyone's happy to strike for more pay Happy to strike for more pay Happy to strike I'd be lying if I didn't say Fortunes wheel's just for show In this brutal turning Nothing changes the cold light of day Fancy language dies And everyone's happy to see her go A snow angel's a fucking idiot Somebody made a fucking idiot Someone made in the snow Then you look up by chance from the disco dance You're doing into the light of the moon It's June and you've been proved Yes, you are renewed Letras de cancionesYes, you are renewed I think it's you I think it's you I think it's you I think it's you I think it's you Oh Aggie, your beating heart was a carriage made of gold How the arithmetic of this guitar melts your heart is beyond me And when I say beyond me, I mean beyond me Love ya, I barely know you, it goes to show Who really knows what love is? The branches, the breeze, the roiling seas None of it seems worth mentioning And I'm in the process of figuring it out Even if it's elementary A scrapyard angel, wings of brass Ash, a river called trash And speaking of lifelike, this is what life's like You thread the needle, then the needle's dry You thread the needle, then the needle's dry "Inward Crackle," says the fink to himself Go off like a, go off like a, go off like a, go off like a Go off like a hydrogen bomb But I do radiate a certain glow It flutters and fades, a Ferris wheel on the run from the snow You have to look at it from all angles Says the cubist judge from cubist jail The sky glows, the heat is unbearable, parrot weather My decision is final, a crazy game I traded the moonlight for the morning dew I know dusk when I see one I know rust when I see it You come out swinging but you go down swinging too You pay good money for a million dollar view Flipping the pages of Chatelaine The rude empiricism of every troubled loser Quote, unquote, unquote A moment alone please A moment alone please A moment alone please With this, with this With this rhapsody With this rhapsody Vital information from where I'm standing Low-born Madonna With their typewriters in the rain Clacking their misfortune, speech, speech A figure of light's trapped inside it How's it France? Where'd you go? And while we're on the subject of psychotic passwords Honing in on nothing, everywhere Rome goes everybody wants her Oh fuck, I feel like a discovery someone once saw On a clear day Dump him From Letras Mania