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Now I know you like,I know my self,I still don't know much else,You race towards the future,I'm slow as a kettle,And we waltz on a tilted world,Torn socks, and all those frills.Your gait like a mares is,And mine like a drunk sailorFumbling, towards a dark future,And what are we doing now,In a world, a world half broken,Going through half, just half of the motions.And what makes a man, you ask,Strong limbs or his feathered cap?Well I just say none of that,Surely it's you, cause I had a death wish,a call card to a dark abyss,I choked in a gasp of it,And then I found you.Such a brave swimmer,And you pulled me with you,And where are we going now,In a world, a world half broken,Back to the ocean,Back to the open ocean. From Letras Mania