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There is ashtray at the corner of Highland and NorthDiscarded remnantsMaybe this is all the filters are forTook flight from the fingers of jaded driversAnd sailed out their doorsPerhaps I can bag them and sell them back to convenience storesJust wrap us up in your armsLet all this world die though we liveWe'll synchronize our alarmsSo everything is cohesiveThere is a creature sneaking a peak at my garbage at nightHe pushes over all of the barrels to see what's insidePerhaps one day I'll catch him in the act and he will be surprisedHe'll ask me to retreat back into my house and bid him goodnightSteeples are raised very highLittle white lines slicing blue airThey symbolize love crucifiedReminds me of all thatHe chose to bearThere is a tailor in my town who I sometimes seeI ask him to help me, nothing fits rightWhat does this mean?Letras de cancionesHe stretches my arms out, measures my chest, and smiles graciouslyOh, out with the tailorIs it my garments, or is it just me?I am the wheat of my LordI will be ground by the teeth of beastsMade into flour or moreBaked into bread for my love to eat From Letras Mania