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Where have you been lying ever since the fortunes changed their minds? You're nothing but a sleeping quarry, caught up in the snares that you yourself had lain. But I am not your keeper Don't call for me when you finally realize No one's coming, so you'd better find some peace. When you wash up I will fold my hands and contemplate the ways to keep you in your place Please tell me, Why have you been mourning since the day you really met yourself? Well you and all your seething lowlife best friends were lining up like sparrows on a wire, Talking like the twelve Apostles dressed in leather, wandering the alleys, clenching your fists "Relax, it's just a business." Your Maker was a servant who plowed 'til he was swollen Letras de cancionesand fell into the ground. His phantom took the shape of your seven years of labor but you would not stay down. I couldn't get you because you got me first. You were a fixture I must have been a fool. I couldn't face you, because your face was mine. But I will be long gone before I take your side. We're nothing but receding figures robbing each other of our final thoughts. From Letras Mania