Standard (The)
Even Numbers
Take nothing less than what's perfectBack to the homes which are burning.Back to make sense of a familyWithout ever watching what they are doing.Take measures to ensure censorsLaid down by the infinite bordersCan stay holding hands with their motherLong after she has divorced the governor.Count here and there like two-time villainsThey can not take the place of our feat, oh well.Take everything that they offeredAt the end of a black and blue seasonA love half as strong as your demonsIn the place where you paid for what theyre stealinTake nothing less than whats owed youAn eye for an eyeSnapshots from spaceAnd you're dead for their tonguesTo the men are born like a natural sinner,Bulletins and polls you no longer chaseWill flex and brace.Imagine that the animalIs in the paradiseLetras de cancionesWith the soft, crooked seedon the pear treeAnd just outsideThere might beA new beginningWithout apple seedsWe're like a naked planeA satellite coming, rearing.Watches silentlyThrough black holes, tin men in machines.Inside the factorywhere even numbers and odd figures meetcovered in dust white sheetslike a dealer of antiquitieswho is selling a forgeryof a southern civil war paintingthat tells of historyyou can't hear but can see
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