The last days were the meanest Leanest days of our lives You threw me the pieces I started the fire One thing led to a dead end One shot put her away hey-hey
Look out on a green world Windows and wives No bedroom to run to No miracle jive - no conversation
Then nothing meant nothing Ten dollars tore us apart On thing led to a dead end One shot put her away
One thing nothing meant nothing Ten dollars tore us apart On thing led to a dead end One shot put her away
The last days were the meanest Leanest days of our lives One thing led to a dead end One shot put her away
Look out on a dream world Windows and wifes No bedroom to run too No woman that I no conversation
Hot love is the dearest No money can buy She burnt like a spitfire One shot put her away
One shot put her away hey hey
One shot put her away
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Compositores: David Robert Jones (David Bowie) (PRS), Hunt B. Sales (Hunt Sales) (BMI), Reeves C Gabrels (ASCAP), Tony SalesEditores: Careless Level Music (ASCAP), Rzo Music Ltd (PRS), Tintoretto Music (BMI)Publicado em 1991 (02/Set)ECAD verificado obra #1835806 e fonograma #15520661 em 09/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM