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I lay around this stillborn Sundaythe nameless, graceless wreck you're leaving meI sit silent at your waking theater,deluded and grotesque I hemorrhage historyI won't be visited again,by the ghosts of things that never came to beI won't let my heart settle in,to the fallow soil that sprawls outfrom the fringes of the swaying Salton SeaWe let the hurried beat busy our bones,but our tempo-tempered hearts are always idleWe drink the water from the fountainThis place could never be the things that we both need,no, this place could never be the things that we both needand I wantthe things that I can't haveand I needto find a new way outand I will crawl, from the wreckage of my pastand we'll fall, head-first and weary ofthe place we've hung our hats for all these yearsLetras de cancionesWait for the night, we'll disappearI won't be visited again,by the ghosts of things that never came to beI won't let my heart settle in,to the fallow soil that sprawls outfrom the fringes of the swaying Salton Sea From Letras Mania