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we set out across country the first perfect fit and i so far removed from expectation, the desert hardly harbored life *not much coming through, eyes slit face to the light when we finally fired the engine or when the engine finally died laying flat across the desert, the perfect fit was left to dry * the hands stopped moving from just waiting no, you couldn't be alive the final hitch, the great discovery, to hold your hands you'd have to lie i swear i never was that easy, the perfect fit was left to dry i bet there's not that much left of you no, you couldn't be alive from here there's only faint emulsion no, you couldn't be alive not as great as saying nothing talking to myself From Letras Mania