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letra de alexandra - granfaloon bus

alexandra caught my eye, she asked have you seen the moon tonight
since the aching never lie i told her that i might’ve
then i fell in and felt the wind, now it’s too cold to get out of here
but her picture’s in the paper sitting alongside the mayor
so i can’t visit her at home and i can’t call her on the phone

from across the street i wait around, til they come down to their limo
she smiles and then a tear appears, my eyes are getting foggy
i can’t focus on the he-rs-, that takes them to the opera
her returns they take so long, the lessons i learn take so much longer
i don’t belong to her, no

alexandra, you’re crazy as the drinks you pour
the men who ever want for more go to their deathbeds early
alexandra, you’re somewhere in the bible
been up late, can’t find the page, can’t really say that i wanna

well a mayor’s not so popular, when his city goes to sh-t
so the bus to alexandra carries knives and wears graffiti
if it arrives it might depart, but i never worry
if it’s the last ride i ever take i wouldn’t be sorry
red lights don’t scare me, so long as she buries me

alexandra caught my eye she said, if you were brave you’d take his life
but there’s a special seat in jail for those who k!ll the mayor
she pursed her lips and blew a kiss, and handed me the pistol
now my pictures in the paper, alongside the dead mayor
and she don’t visit me in jail, she doesn’t send me mail
alexandra, you’re crazy as the drinks you pour
the men who ever want for more go to their deathbeds early
alexandra, you’re somewhere in the bible
been up late, can’t find the page, can’t really say that i wanna

my new friends i have until the end, though they don’t want to be here
they bid me farewell, from a death row cell
they say they’ll come and visit me
if it’s heaven they can hardly wait
if it’s h-ll we’ll make the great escape
and tunnel our way under, full from the last meal that we ate
up to the hill where i’ll wait
in the garden behind the mansion now, alexa cries into the pond
my ghost would like to think it’s for me
but the mayor says it’s cause he’s gone
so i blow in with a gust of wind, and ripple up her water
alexandra, the major and me, more in love with ourselves, than any other

- granfaloon bus

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