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quiet quiet down she said speaking to the back of his head on the edge of her bed i can see your blood flow your cells grow hold still a while don't spill the wine i can see it all from here i can see i can see weather systems of the world and every time you turn the soil another cloud begins to boil some things you say are not for sale i would hold that we're all free agents of a substance or scale hold still a while don't spill the wine i can see it all from here i can see i can see weather systems of the world From Letras Mania