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grinding my teeth i'm not aware of the hours the circus is coming send words to the choirs speaking canaries i've got salt for your wings i'll stop the stool pigeon and give you some medicine loosen the screws in the backs of many tongues voices carry and signal chattering teeth have begun don't you see i want smoe more these are what memories are made for through nods and winks the secret message expires give me your eyedrops there's too much smoke from the fire there is only cigarette light so no one can see us and we can all hide From Letras Mania