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I thought I knew the sunrise from the steelworksThe grinding of the sky in red and blackI thought we were the chance collisionBlessed incision in the canvasPushed beyond color, into breath and backSo dance into a new worldI think I know the feeling of my own skinI concentrate to listen to my bonesWhen all the while I'm just a pocketA self-shaped hole cut from the breathing solid-stateA dualistic throneSo dance into a new worldWhen the ground is shifting from your feetAnd the sense you talk is crowned deceitWhen you dance past gravity When the world will not believeThen dance into a new world From Letras Mania