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The old romeo slips on his robe, he’s checking his mailbox again and no There ain’t nothing there, He’s been waiting for a package in the mail But it’s just a couple outdated pamphlets for a sunshine holiday that’s far too exotic If it he had it his way he’d be alone in a cottage, rather than swimming in the Caribbean Marionette, analyzing in a rocking chair Marionette, the misfortunate animist Skeptical of the letters that keep returning back to sender Blankly staring in the mirror, nobody ever took the time to get to know him He’s happier to shoot the messenger and blame it on the change in weather Disheveled and wondering whether if he’s misread the situation again You made your bed now you gotta lay in it Coming to terms but you got no penitence A cannonball firing away so we better duck for cover Things you’ve said don’t you wish you could take em back but that ain’t quite in your vocab The general consensus is some people don’t forgive and forget Marionette, analyzing in a rocking chair Marionette, the misfortunate animal You made your bed now you gotta lay in it Coming to terms but you got no penitence A cannonball firing away so we better duck for cover Things you’ve said don’t you wish you could take em back but that ain’t quite in your vocab Letras de cancionesThe general consensus is some people don’t forgive and forget Marionette, analyzing in a rocking chair Marionette, the misfortunate animist Marionette, analyzing in a rocking chair Marionette, reconciling with his frail conscience From Letras Mania