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letra de the silent life - wasted wine

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i shut my door on the weeping world
just to shoot myself in the foot
the virtues of the silent life
are as dull and as vague as they look

for a cup of tea would i cross the sea
for a warm reply would i close my eyes
’til it’s hard to see when the sun might rise
when i’m dreaming or when i’m dreaming
when i’m dreaming

now hand me my hand
and help me to stand
and throw back the great great door

the hard and the grand
and the dead to display
much brighter than the mornings before

the steam in your ears
it just withers away
you’ll sit here and suffer no more

i want the london eye
and the desert sky
and the finest works of art
so give me a spade
i’ve no honor to trade
i don’t care if my mind falls apart

now who kicked these walls
who scr-ped and who scrawled
who spoke in a voice so low

well mine was the thumb
and the tongue and the leg
but whose was the head? i don’t know

there’s nothing i need
so there’s no need to beg
for yesterday is so long ago

i want the london eye
and the desert sky
and the finest works of art

so give me a spade
i’ve no honor to trade
i don’t care i don’t care

until i lay me down
in the cold black ground
and i’m gonna miss everybody

- wasted wine

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