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I was born in the Summer of Sam --Smaller and sooner than planned --In the spitting image of a manRaised by wolves on the fat of the land.Clear of romance, beauty, and damnedTomorrow will come if she can.Just want a woman who can walk on a wireWith a trembling glass in her hand.Over the hilltops the fire engine rolls,Down the valley deeper still it goes;Got my weapons out, I'm laying lowOn this end of the telescope.Alone, you ramble the whole of the worldThrough black-water jungles for bliss.It's feast or famine, you eat what you killThere's no need to bring God into this.My heart is heavy and pressed to the bone,Some people too heavy to hold.Salutations, take me as I am --You can have me, or leave me alone.Sun-kissed lemons in the graveyard belowHere in death you see new adventures grow.I see you at last but mostly ghost,On this end of the telescope.Letras de cancionesThis will not be easyWord's out the doctor is not coming inThis genie is too angry to go backInto the bottle again.Closer than ever, and covered in birdsA bone-colored moon fills the west.Now, throats will be slashed, and flags will unfurlAs time will divide us in gangs.Now, years of progress digging the sandCompanions we made didn't last.Now, lousy lovers do well with their handsBut I'll reach you like nobody can.Now, slow and easy, you let your paddle goDown a the bottom there is more hell to row.I see clear at last: I love, I loathe,On this end of the telescope. From Letras Mania