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here comes the fanfare announcing us but they block the runway and i've grown mad like a christ-dog pulling this big block of goodness and i'm laid out in the cave light with these memories of you i sank with with habits all along in my room but i breathe the air above the hands that fold around me i was the valentine upon the wicked stage and all through the fires of youth i thought i would be a pilot and all through the fires of youth i thought i would be a pilot From Letras Mania