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
I kind of feel I've lost the words and the
Did you hear the latest one
About the footprints on your
Now it's 33rd & Grand again
Johnny Powers stands fast at
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