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We could make cathedrals of shipyardsPay our penance in tattooesNever is a common place positionSeventeen are the shades in the sky of coldNebraska blueShe can make the flowers smell like heanvenWe watch the box cars as they unloadWe were laughingWho`s the train wasMornings comeUndoneIn the last perfect thingIn the last perfect thingIn the last perfect thingThe bells ringDays changeAnd I awakeThe last perfect thingWe could steal the keys to the churchTell Virgina we were boredShe can make the flowers smell like heavenWe saw the fire on the field that night With a great and moving passionEvenings comeSongtexteUndoneMake it seem likeMake it seem likeMake it seem likeWe were really thereIn the last perfect thingIn the last perfect thingIn the last perfect thingThe bells ringDays changeAnd I awakeThe last perfect thingIn the last perfect thingIn the last perfect thingIn the last perfect thingThe bells ringDays changeAnd hide awayThe last perfect thingIn the last perfect thingIn the last perfect thing Aus Songtexte Mania