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The drone off the interstate is breezing through your door His keys are in his hand, you should have fucking known Yeah, sure, you understand, sometimes you need some time alone You've heard that one before Well it was him, girl, not you Your feet are in their sockets, your eyes are on the floor You're pillowtalking with your fears and waiting for the sun You've been here how many years and what are you doing and what have you done You picture your walk to work and you know that the first time you pass someone He'll flash his eyes away from yours the moment that they meet He'll crinkle himself half a smile, the conquistador, the elite Letras de cancionesHe'll leave you dumb, humming some clumsy elegy, yeah I've heard that one before But look it'll be him, girl, not you Don't you dare think that you're small Don't you dare think that you're small Don't you dare think that you're small Don't you dare think that you're small Forget the news The radio And the blurred screen You cut through them all You're all the way over here inside of me Pushing out at every wall Don't you dare think that you're small Theirs was a jealous God, young, virile, the lion's roar A fearsome warrior fuckyouupper flattered by our prayers He fed his vultures their supper, flashed him a flood, disciplined his heirs Yeah that was then, now ours would rather keep off of the stairs An empty-nested housewife at the end of the day Wearied from a life of tidying clutters others made Crashed out on a couch with her dinner on a tray Unimpressed, unimpressed, unimpressed by what we've got to say Shooing away, with a mighty hand, a reality as it brays, spaking Give it a rest, give it a rest We've heard that one before Yeah it's Him, girl, not you You know it's Him, girl, not you You know it's Him "Loaves and Fishes" by David Whyte (from The House of Belonging) From Letras Mania