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ballads laugh at everyone worse than silence is their song and you are too far away to love shortened by the blasphemy when the sun would warm the sea. the canary islands are chasing me we are powerful despite our injuries we've got to swim out away from the sinking it's pulling everybody down and everybody and it's a sin to know that we are powerful blessings always beg for calm in spite of their silvery arms we aren't sure but we always want we are powerful despite our injuries From Letras Mania