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Cinema could never do justice to the way you look tonight Pout-faced, your eyes are all shining In the subzero dawning light I drove like a madman to get here And you barely remember my name I called from the road and you told me to come Cause you had a bad case of the shame Shame, shame, shame Shame, shame, shame Was your game Shame, shame, shame The towers of glass are like isles And I'm running away them now One morning, they'll all turn to ashes I don't want to be here to see how It's hot for two weekends now, I figure All the tramps are the color of sand The skyline is made out of stories So tell them yours while you're holding my hand Hand, hand, hand Hand, hand, hand Letras de cancionesYou never understand So take my hand, hand, hand It's hot for two weekends now, I figure And all the tramps are the color of sand The skyline is made out of stories Tell them yours while you're holding my hand While you're holding my hand While you're holding my hand From Letras Mania