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I run a little insurrection that moves in the direction that beauty isBeauty inSpite ofPerfectionSee the crosses at the roadsideSee the thornbush ablaze in bloomPut your feet in the sand, a lukewarm beer in your handMomma, let down your hairYes, I´ve chipped a toothNo need to call homeI don´t have to be anywhereWe can hear the bossa novaWe can sway the night awayThe steps to the dance are best left up to chanceBetter beautiful than perfect, anywayAnd while the moon wanes and waxesDeath and taxes are lurking out thereLife is grand, Love is real and Beauty is everywhereAnd so the clear blue skyNo, she never made a soundThough she was blindfolded, gagged and boundNow see the poppies pushin´ up through the bones on the groundBut the body´s never foundChorusCan you hear the bossa nova?Let us sway the night away... From Letras Mania