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we rattle a gateless gate and push against a weightless weight looking for a stateless state Nicola Whatever love creates love erases they're only twins with different faces fallen from the womb risen from the tomb carried in perfume Nicola All the ones alive today are the ones that passed away are the ones on the way Nicola Whatever love takes love replaces as all these twins with different faces fallen from the womb risen from the tomb carried in perfume Nicola From Letras Mania