Mother said i can't listen to Radio Havana
And i read
Not so jumpy now, downtown
No talk of concerns or fear
We'll
Witness a jaded town
Got some champagne for a forty ounce
Could this be the end? Alert the media
Holler out message
Past ten and i start to lose my sight
Six
These obvious manipulations
Predicated on the basis of morals
The unseen eyes,
Single file lines born by design
With a brass ring so
Well I've watched the way that time erodes
All the chances
These cannonballs are crashing around me
I see the writing on
FILL THOSE GLASSES HIGH AND MAYBE WE CAN DROP OUT
FOR
December drags on
It's thirty one days too long
This silence is
LISTEN UP, SIT UP STRAIGHT, THAT’S THE ONLY WAY YOU’LL
I kind of feel I've lost the words and the
Did you hear the latest one
About the footprints on your
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