
A door left open
A woman walking by
A drop in the water
A look in the eye
A phone on the table
A man on your side
Oh, someone that you think that you can trust
Is just
Another way to die
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Nice, nice... only shit rice


There are twenty years to go
And twenty ways to know
Who'll wear, who'll wear the hat
There are twenty years to go
The best of all I hope
Enjoy the ride
The medicine show
Thems the breaks
For we designer fakes
We need to concentrate on more than meets the eye
Thems the breaks
For we designer fakes
But it’s you I take cause you’re the truth not I.
There are twenty years to go
The faithful and the low
The best of starts, the broken heart, the stone
There are twenty years to go
The punch drunk and the blow
The worst of starts, the mercy part, the phone
And thems the breaks
For we designer fakes
We need to concentrate on more than meets the eye
Thems the breaks
For we designer fakes
But it's you i take, cause you're the truth, not I
There are twenty years to go
A golden age I know
But all will pass will end too fast you know
There are twenty years to go
And many friends I hope
Though some may hold the rose
Some hold the rope
That's the end - and that's the start of it
That's the whole - and that's the part of it
That's the high - and that's the heart of it
That's the long - and that's the short of it
That's the best - and that's the test in it
That's the doubt - the doubt, the trust in it
That's the sight - and that's the sound of it
That's the gift - and that's the trick in it
You're the truth, not I, you're the truth, not I
You're the truth, not I, you're the truth, not I
Hum... Freud precisa-se!
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