Sally looks up from her deck of cards
Draws a heart
Puffs on a cigarette
Roger stands up from where he's lying
A curtain blows in the warm rain
Lovers on the run
Way down in Cuba
With the cobwebs and communists
And they say, “Life's not long”
So you might as well live sometimes
But then they say, “Life's long”
So you're getting good at killing time
50's Chevrolet
Speeding down the speedway
Under palm trees
and the smell of turpentine
Bottle of rum
and a cut on your thumb
and a far away look in your eye
Lovers on the run
Way down in Cuba
Drinking with the ghosts of Hemingway
And they say, “Life's not long”
So you might as well live sometimes
But then they say, ”Life's long”
So you're getting good at killing time
They say, “Life's not long”
So you might as well live sometimes
But then they say, “Life's long”
So you're getting good at killing time
You're getting good at killing time
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