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St. Joe, trade-in I don't want this life There's too much gold, and not enough bad guys So won't you talk to St. Pete and see what he can do for me Because, of course, a ghost could not affect this world Gimme pale skin, pale eyes Soft glow, milky white See through me in the light Because, of course, a ghost could not affect this world I see off my wife at elderidge and sun I wait by the corner, the bus always comes Always on time Always the same one I drift through the doors, I float above the seats and hey there's my boy crossing the street He's talking with friends Letras de cancionesHe's looking away This is not the end There are never enough days I scream and I shake and I sound like the wind and I miss the pain of our blood and our skin Rubies and pearls, our blood and our skin Our blood and our skin are worth everything. Hey St Joe, I was wrong About the sea and the sun and my boy Let me bleed, let me long The taste of skin is joy Because, of course, a ghost could not affect this world. From Letras Mania