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In the morning we were scorned in some overcrowded dreamWith new faces, black erasers, and a D-movie like screamAnd you smiled in a way that gets you in to casting calls for lifeBut your blouses of corruption ripped your dreams right out of sightAnd we tried innocence and tried formaldehydeIn the end you were left with the string and I, the kiteSo we're older and the soldering iron at your sideFixed the damage of the organ cutter before he could really startAnd you smiled in a way that gets you on the guestlist, say, for lifeThat's as useless as a screen door on an operating submarineAnd we tried innocence and tried formaldehydeIn the end you were left with the string and I, the kite From Letras Mania