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We could legalise our heads, darlingWe could advertise the piecemeal of our chestsWe could recognise our debtJust to overstep the costume of our soundThere's a course that crowns the able intentAny calling and we see how we fareThings started breeding when we swerved off the pageThe final hour of the juvie malaiseWas destined to sassy violenceWatch her slink with her groanOh pity that she cheated, We wasted all this time.We learn our idols in their homesWe watch the eyes as they smile at themselvesWe tried to understand their smells, HoahCuffer solved it only after we get some namesThere's a course that crowns the able intentAny calling and we see how we fareThings fell to pieces with the space of it allFor all the reasons I can barely recallLetras de cancionesBut have to, Refuel the wreckage, stuck in questioning codeDear God I tried to fix itIt's cut off diamonds, down and then,Left to freeze in the coldHow did we get so dreadful weak?How do we not make a sound?We scattered neatly into __ routineFrom all the practise I can barely repeatI watched itThe final moments of a mutinous dreamFace down in carnal treasonWe wasted so much time From Letras Mania