Great Depression (The)

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I could hear itwhat you were sayingyou were wantedI never believed itfunny how thoughyou would always throwyourself all the wayand all night longI'll do lines and lie to youand dream all the timeabout things I never doI shiver real slowLike I wanna goand never see you againkeep your eyes closed'til no one knowsthen they'll never see it comingand all night longI'll do lines and lie to youand dream all the timeabout things I never doand all night longI'll do lines and lie to you From Letras Mania