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We danced until the bullets flew Oh, how they made their way through you Chance regarding nothingness Than the steady praise of our molecules We reasoned that the time would come, of course But it was still a thousand miles away So atmosphere received you, and suddenly, the weight of your air And absorbed the rising wail Absorbed the rising wail So twist it now into a wind Rush through your door to me again Slip right through the holes that will remain Made to take your molecules And when I can hear again, I'll know To listen for your sound And when I can hear again, I'll know To listen for your song How many tomorrows gone? How many tomorrows gone? How many tomorrows gone? I'll dance until the bullets fly Steady praise of my molecules From Letras Mania