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All I can think about are deserts and liesBroken Egyptians with regretful eyesWalk around some more, you'll come to despiseSleeping Egyptians with trees for eyesOnce again has come around with no next timeOne more try has fell and died with no next timeTwice more you're wife's a whoreThere will be no next timeThere will be no next timeHouses are mirrorsand a part of youHorses are superiorThey're made of glueFaces are mapsof the inner cavesThe camera don't lieand I can't say the same for youOnce again has come around with no next timeOne more try has fell and died with no next timeTwice more you're wife's a whoreThere will be no next timeThere will be no next timeLetras de cancionesSand turns to mirrorsWhen it gets hotA corpse to boneswhen it starts to rotA narrative linewhen it gets lostA registered guardwhen she gets tossed to the seaOnce again has come around with no next timeOne more try has fell and died with no next timeTwice more you're wife's a whoreThere will be no next timeThere will be no next time From Letras Mania