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Talking about my mouth you've got me distracted You think I belong in this world of solid objects You want to transfer ghosts to humanism. Diverted from regaining my own natural rhythm Shaded from what I know I've been missing Distracted You tell me I need nothing to say Cuz you can read in to how I sway When it appeared that I was looking up at the sky I was looking at those crazy creatures in my eyes From Letras Mania