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Wheeled out and shaped into patterns that suit A snapshot a soundbite something to be help up Regarded and quoted and used To see through the tiniest window a sight.. That burns our eyes A voice that trembles a burns our ears An insight to a world to pushes down Upon it's inhabitants We build upon perfect castles And break our stone to prove a point Behind doors a body a weary Holding up basic foundations but no... We push them further We kick their feet and we tug their arms We invite them in and sit them down We poke and prod their restless hearts From Letras Mania