Letras
Mother is dying
While I'm smelling jasmine
As I walk around my street
Child starts crying
Why I can't imagine
And a rose still winks at me
Lover's caught lying
All the broken glass and
The color pink sings in the tree
You and me trying
To make something happen
Something good, something sweet
(We're all)
Aching making money
Aching faking something
Aching waking dreams
Another day vying
To drown the dark with light and
Another night to make believe
Time, it goes flying
Seat belt buckles fastened
They tell you please stay in your seat
Laundry's drip-drying
It takes a lot of fight and
At least we have the color green
(We're all)
Aching making money
Aching faking something
Aching waking dreams
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