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In the halls, and in the churches They were preening on their lofty perches And holes in their conspiracies And they were looking right at me Complete tempest with me Or maybe maladies We can while away the hours Away from the hordes I've almost reached the [?] I hear the doors of institutions Opening and slamming shut They were desperate for solutions They were drowning in their elocutions Complete tempest with me Or maybe [?] We can hang out on the morrow It's where I feel at home And I don't want to be alone Complete tempest with me Or maybe [?] We can hang out on the morrow Away from the hordes I've almost reached those [?] From Letras Mania