Owen Pallett
Lewis Takes Off His Shirt
As soon as I got on the horse I forgot about the mapForgot about the odds against an adolescent standing up to all of Owen's wrathThe heat of prairie summer is impossible to takeI grab the hem and lift the fabric over my sweet headI know what you're looking for andI'm never going to give it to you (x6)Government rule established by a dazzling light showA hegemony armored with a thousand-watt head and seven inches of echoI'm keeping my velocity, my spurs are in her sidesI don't know what I'm doing, and it is the only wayToward the range I'll rideSinging:I'm never going to give it to you (x6)"I am overrated," said the sculptress to the sea,"I've been praised for all the ways the marble leaves the manAnd I was wrong to try and free him"But for me, I am a vectorI am muscle, I am boneThe sun upon my shoulders and the horse between my legsThis all I knowMy senses are bedazzled by the parallax of the roadLetras de cancionesI concentrate to keep contained the overflowMy knuckles grip so tightlyMy fingers start to bleedIf what I have is what you need,I'm never going to give it to you (x12)
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