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20090529

maldita sea, jeff



looking out the door / i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners / parading in a wake of sad relations / as their shoes fill up with water.

maybe i'm too young / to keep good love from going wrong / but tonight, you're on my mind so / sweet you'll know.

broken down and hungry for your love / with no way to feed it / where are you tonight? / child, you know how much i need it. / too young to hold on / and too old to just break free and run.

listen, sometimes a man gets carried away, / when he feels like he should be having his fun / much too blind to see the damage he's done / sometimes a man must awake to find that, really, / he has no-one...

so i'll wait for you... and i'll burn / will i ever see your sweet return? / oh, will i ever learn? / oh, lover, you should've come over / 'cause it's not too late.

lonely is the room the bed is made / the open window lets the rain in / burning in the corner is the only man / who dreams he had you with him / my body turns and yearns for a sleep / that won't ever come / it's never over, / my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder / it's never over, / all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her... / it's never over, / all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter... / it's never over, / she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever...

but maybe i'm just too young to keep good love / from going wrong / oh... lover / oh... lover you should've come over... / oh... will you reach out and touch me... / don't i feel too young to hold on / and i'm much too old to break free and run / too deaf, dumb, and blind / to see the damage i've done / sweet lover, you should've come over / i didn't see you before but i see you now /oh, love, / lover, you should've come over / 'cause it's not too late.

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