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On the hottest night of the year Lying in a patch of rhododendrons A bottle of whisky under my arm Trying to count a sky full of stars I dream of order, I dream of fleets Of Napoleon in aquamarine He said Linus put that blanket down You've slammed your door too many times He said Linus put that blanket down The world won't wait Boy, what you gonna do with your life? When I was your age, I was commanding fleets When I was your age, I was soaked in victory And now you can't keep a job and you can't keep a wife What a horrible mess you're gonna make of your life Watched way too many American films To be John Wayne, Brando or James Dean Waiting so long for your wrists to get thick Waiting so long for the next great party So many questions, so little to say Letras de cancionesYou don't need these weights Boy, what you gonna do with your life? So you want to be an artist, want to be a singer Want to be remembered for what you could create So you want to be a cowboy, riding to the distance Never have to listen or answer to anyone So you want to be a boxer, surviving on your instincts Relying on your fists and the quickness of your wit Are you bigger than these buildings and the grey around you? Is your pain more worthy than everybody else? Drunk again in the rhododendrons (Thanks to Jasmine for these lyrics) From Letras Mania