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if it's all a tasteless sandwich we're the filling in between much is said, but much is left out and the table creaks asunder all the bullshit and the blunder and they've a plan for when it breaks i've no doubt we're packing in our trolleys groceries by megaton buying all, but needing none like pigs we loosen buttons with the piety of gluttons and strength through joys evading everyone kiss me as i mount my tank two of us against the bank like a poet's words, alas, alack! what will happen, wait and see i bought you and you bought me that's the kind of goods you can't take back for there's no guarantee no love eternally there's only here, there's only now Letras de cancionesthis very second's all we've got strike while the iron's hot for we're all worms beneath the plough we're all worms beneath the plough with all the facts considered there's not much to laugh about the situation's dour and tense well the tv expert speaks like a leather sofa squeaks shame, our flatulence will make more sense now i beg on bended knee together let us free we'll take it up against the wall if you want, i'll cheat and lie don't be afraid to fly when i'm losing it, i'll simply withdraw for there's no guarantee... From Letras Mania