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Benito was fifteen when he went off to collegeI stayed home and tried to go with his best friendHe told me he was going to cut my neck right acrossBut then he read RousseauWhere did he go?Master comes to me while I'm sleepingGives me hell for my overeatingTells me how I should cut my hairYou think I am only dreamingBut I've arms of bronze and boneI was born into a loving homeAnd of all the promises that I have madeThere's one I'll never breakWrite his name on your chest in a feverSing his song to the boats on the riverHeaven's number is seventy-oneOur work has only just begunWith our arms of bronze and boneWe will set our shoulders to the stoneWe will lift it, we will bear it 'til our bodiesOur bodies break From Letras Mania