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from the movesof a subject versed in the finer points ofevery verbal edge you make the case for the lull of standing still the comfort of these words without the costafter a hint of submission moves the airyou're too tired to feign a reactionit's your moveout of sound and sleep in a summer polluted and flooded by heat your words have too much edge you make the case for the lull of standing still the comfort of these games without the loss after a hint of submission moves the airyou're too tired to feign a reactionit's your move (this is not how we should fall) I'll make my way through the lines Letras de cancionesyou squeeze the days through your time this is not how we should fall i want you to hurt like I do after a hint of submission moves the air we find a thin resolution (this is not how we should fall) after a hint of submission moves the air you're too tired to feign a reaction From Letras Mania