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Letra de Bats In The Attic

And I've gone silver on my travels, growing silver in my sideburns I'm starting to unravel her, my heartbeats on a djembe I counted eighteen on my pulse As Kilrenny Church struck three for three o'clockWatersAnd you said twelve years in retirement The hours go by like sips of water, the record lies unbroken And no doubt it's white flour in my diet, it's going to be the death of me Sweet drum roll for those embittered big ideasIt's such a waste of all that I hadYou mentioned bats in the attic So now you're lifting up the tiles to get around these conservation rules I walked down in the basement I'm hanging upside down, I gag across my mealy mouthAnd how I'll laugh, I've loved about that When I read your simple novel, it uses all our real names And go make yourself a fortune There's nothing left for us then us left dangling just a little shamefacedIt's such a waste of what we had And it's such a waste of all that we had And it's such a waste of all that I am