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William don't you love that struggle Don’t think music's real Let the ethics of sleep Turn on its own wheel Let's get drunk in the fields tonight Like melons Now that I’m seen Pain and skill Pain and skill Pain and skill Pain and skill Pain and skill Read like a dream The body's language is hard Like solitaire without cards Faces unsolved Still appear Still appear Still appear Still appear Still appear The language of the body lingers on Like music lost in the fog From Letras Mania