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There is no grace in act five Only the nerves, insect-like twitches Involuntary bowel movements, and confusion a snail in salt doesn't fall asleep with a half-smile like Grandma from the after-school special it twists and contorts it jerks and writhes for some time like a living severed limb on fire All the people who taught me card tricks are dying I've been trying to get my pop-pop's good looks from old snapshots And all the people who taught me card tricks are dying I've been trying to steal my grandfather's handsome from old photographs Even if the world is saved And the couples kiss before the credits list There will be more than a lifetime of death In the scrambled signal snow that's left when the black intake runs out the invisible frame's death tacked to your movie reel far outweigh the reel itself All the people who taught me card tricks are dying Letras de cancionesI've been trying to get my poppa's good looks from old snapshots And all the people who taught me card tricks are dying I've been trying to steal my grandfather's handsome from old photographs There is no grace in act five A circus tent and all the folding chairs fit in an old coffin for travel A circus tent and all the folding chairs fit in an old coffin for travel From Letras Mania