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Glasswork shards decorate this house We're tossing lost arts out windows The splash and jangle of a secret science defined You claim some golden age is upon us You always loved short story form: The science behind it, the hidden verse You live for flame, your re-attraction's new The leather's pulled from a secret room Close that stare into morning sun When the dots form into connections If I'm honest, you come to mind But baby, I'm not If I'm honest, you come to mind But baby, I'm not The impacts pound dust into working script We stare in wonder at the steps we skipped Tripping wires we have so carefully crossed The science behind it at a perfect loss You're my Lord, you're my Shepherd Careful, kid, no one gets hurt You made me Letras de canciones It's a pal of the French we took The science behind it was a dirty look Seul joue pas de rock 'n' roll [French speakers feel free to correct this] Seul joue pas de rock 'n' roll pour moi [and this, too] You're my Lord, you're my Shepherd Careful, kid, no one gets hurt You made me You made me this way Try to fail From Letras Mania