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Poem for the dead is this the future? Killed all the rhythms for a reason I went spare Languages I didn't speak sang in riddles Bodies showed a threat cut ourselves Be there (What are you waiting for?) Be there (What are you waiting for?) Be there (What are you waiting for?) Be there (What are you waiting for?) Be there (What are you waiting for?) Be there (What are you waiting for?) When disillusion becomes an illusion of myself Something that even insects will make our love again When I look back then I see the sun goes down (Be there) What are you waiting for? From Letras Mania