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Under the silence I was flat as the ground In single file like the ants on a log Want to follow lightning While the seams fall apart I can fold my eyelids just to see in the dark The covers violet On the seat of the couch The weaving pylons On the way to your house Want to follow lightning While the seams fall apart I can fold my eyelids just to see in the dark Want to follow lightning While the seams fall apart I can fold my eyelids just to see in the dark Want to follow lightning While the seams fall apart I can fold my eyelids just to see in the dark I burnt my tires Like the steam from a roach Think of your sister What a scene to approach From Letras Mania