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Grandmother Variations

de Mojave Phone Booth

I´ll send you a letter
From the frontline
Please send applause
And some good advice
You were born with a compass
A map on your table
Tell me how did you find out
Your bearings were wrong

Just pray for us
Pray for sunshine
These days are cold
And I´m missing you
The city is no place to lose
Ah, but I never thought
I could choose
It was plain from the start
Plain from the start
I was playing for time

I need laughter and love
Some special drug
I need cigarettes
There´s killers behind us
Devils ahead, send protection
I will drown in this city
I will drown in this trench
Built for us
And the only thing left
Yeah the only thing left
Is the running

And these clouds keep on rolling
And I, I don´t know why
Take this guitar right out of my hands
I surrender
This town don´t want drunkards
Or singers of bad poetry
They want dancing and drugs and laughter
And we don´t have them

Just pray for us
Pray for sunshine
These days are cold
And I´m missing you
This letter was meant for your eyes
Destroy it and then just go hide
You´re the only thing left
That makes any sense
Please don´t blow it

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