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Sometimes we fight without a causea recourse for inverted flawsand some things we say without a choicea discourse on retrograde noiseSome lies we have to rehearsea pleasure to please and to serveand some fears we face all alonea product of retrograde homewe're fallin' in retrograde motionwe're stallin' in upward propulsionwe're shootin', we're shootin' our horseswe're fakin', we're fakin' remorsesAnd someday we'll abandon our fameleft to the heirs of the tradeand when we lose our devotionwe'll wallow in retrograde fortunewe're fallin' in retrograde motion... From Letras Mania