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Call this anaerobic example in line with a perfect lie adjust the skin to fit us over the truth of our rotten foundation yes! im exiting and now both of my hands they are free and clear we touched a soul-less spot that was in me it caused a collapse as we drift away i'm ecstatic in my celebration welling up from a lasting decay thats failing now backing us up to the edge falling renders me alleviated and it stuck with me while we approached the ground carving an edge into our softer side burning our bridges down clipping our wings now, we're falling down; this burden at no loss, we're at no loss we lay separated honesty left in a hurry without giving chase our latency is what disturbs me at no loss, we're at no loss as we stay separated From Letras Mania