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We were nothing but clenched nails Lips gone mute in the line of sight Soloists in the same show that never went up Sitting at the front row Staring at the stage Waiting for a standing ovation Placing green paper on a pedestal’s face for the lay of the land to get syphoned, schooled, and traced again I mean As if going crippled with a ripple of fucks And being hurled into a cubby hole for the meaning of things wasn’t enough You can taste it on the winds of skin Tall vowels Moon burns and spearing vocals As all hands talked to each other Let the dust settle And burst the resolve during the gathering of hues There was no night to question belonging But rather answer to our calling Take it from the top ‘ cause space and reflections live there Bear in mind though The returnal inhale is in talking tatters So with a late-for-work tempo Blink thrice And find a little made-to-be-me breath Because we all return to air Letras de cancionesCrunchy water and dank dirt We all return to air Bless We can’t turn back it’s a one way trip From Letras Mania