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There'll be blood shed by the time you leave the office I'm listenin' to that "Old Devil Moon" And the day outside is slowly flyin' by me Let us lie in our bed once again Get flat on that And I hope they take care of you Better here on Earth than it is in Heaven "By the Time I Get to Phoenix" is softly playing in the produce There's a crowd around the leafy vegetables And the band is getting wet And it's getting hard to tell If it's gunfire or the sound of fireworks (Here on earth) (Fuck you) As the fruit you will be picked when you are perfect As a rule that might be too much to expect And if only she was lyin' by me We would lie in our bed once again From Letras Mania