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an eyeful cruel morning needs some coffee to wake a shower for the smell a suit for the face a ticket to get in a password to play a past that is not mine is making me pay Elvis is dead whose next? whose known to be quite groovy? to be fat and groovy? an eyeful cruel evening needs a beer can to wake a car to wheel the night some money to shake a ticket to get in a password to play a past that's not mine to compensate trash gets a life and pops through my window there's no sound we dig like noise if you're sheep ain't white you better paint them today Letras de cancionesso tomorrow can carry whatever you hate with a ticket to get in a password to play a protection softly saying you'll never be safe I haven't eaten since you're gone you should know me I haven't eaten since Elvis is dead From Letras Mania