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Even your martyr wears his best suit to this affair logical reasoning is something you should shoot for I'll aim for the sky myself soaring above our city your heart loses its balance and plummets to this earth now I walk in circles flipping through old photographs I've been wounded but not fatally don't even bother trying to assemble the puzzle for my compassion is missing and I'm canceling wishes by the skyful moving forward I lose track of time and my sense of sight visit him lord and kiss his cheek for me and thank him for the glasses you saved me from his grasp and cleaned all of my wounds the towel in the ring alone like yourself all alone I sit and read your letters and I force a smile soaring above our city your heart loses its balance and plummets to this earth now I walk in circles flipping through old photographs I've been wounded but not fatally From Letras Mania