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to hold and taste itto get it in your mailbox every morningat 11:15, the greatest feeling in the worldto really be there, it fills you withgrace and generosity, infinite hospitality,love.we'll hide drugs in the floorboardsnobody checks there anymore,and that includes uswe'd take the other busit goes under.sit around and wait and hope they find youon an island that we call homean island we've been known to call'the greatest feeling in the world,'that shimmering violet placethat is always there and always latelike the distant past with a heartbeatoh it moves you intensely.to really be there, to give yourself up toa space untouched by sciencedefined by its defianceLetras de cancioneswe're sending loved ones telegraphs that say"i miss you, and i wish that i had got to know you better,but how could you go through life always feeling like that?how can you get drunk on good without eating the bad?"they don't replythat shimmering violet placethat is always there and always lateit's like the feeling that you get when you die i bet.it's like bein in the sky From Letras Mania