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A long line for low air This inching to nowhere. I hang my head and I spit, The soon I’m stepping on it. This could be profound or the act of a serious clown. I load that back of the head The skull’s shape mirrors my dread. I loathe that breath on my neck I stack this humanoid. Hay revolution, we’re not the solution We’re a million directors to climb on the short pass. We’re leaving an outline, it’s picking this behind Sniffing his fingers without the slightest reaction at all. A long line from nowhere It’s creeping along to nowhere. The lands keep dancing reflect The heart shape bone on this track My toe nails jacked and chipped The world’s big poke nod. Hay revolution, we’re not the solution We’re a million bad issues down under the surface. We’re leaving an outline, mistaking the sweet time, The fall of the edge of the world is gonna be crazy to see. Letras de canciones Hear the cry of unfamiliar pain Have a new born child. Taking in the air, taking in the mother Taking in the small circle of this place. Maybe there’s still time to hang out some new vibes, To gossy up in greed the fall of a dream. Maybe there’s still time to put it all behind To sort of recreate the origin of state And quietly we’ll go with fire in tin toe Was it meant to be, I’d love to hide or leave. From Letras Mania