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First you twist the cherry Then you taste the seed You might be able to cover the spread But you got to use some jam in between Inside the world is a subtle disease Passed around by the air we breathe You could say it was written on the wind But it's not whispering Am I just shooting at mirrors? Trying to teach the cat to kill the bird But I think you'll take me back again At least that's what I heard Another opening day And the chumps wear the crown The closer came out and with just 3 pitches The big man put him down He was the sylph of filth Caliph of the cataract eye Putting the ball where you want it to go Is like catching a beam of light From Letras Mania