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She's looking good cuz I'm coming home, I'm coming home I'm fine alone, as you, listening 'meat is murder' Nicotine, morphine, caffeine, I don't know and you again, saying I'm good enough She's a firefighter only works with sun sleeps in rainy mornings and dreams about Vietnam She's waving hands with that other guy she met down at the bar, drinking tea and coffee but I know he's not cool enough for her I heard him say he likes Zeppelin She's a firefighter only works with sun sleeps in rainy mornings and dreams about Vietnam From Letras Mania