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Sisters and cousins and brothers of the mess Tell me what they said to you And what becomes of matters you'd like to confess are they lies despite claimed true? And you'll sing often Gotta keep him right by my side And you'll sing often Cuz he is a nephew of mine He doesn't know much but I think he knows the gleaming colours of the appalachain snow He adds and subdivides different sections of the mountain side So keep your wisdown, keep your mission, who knows when it will be done I never really wanted to know and it seems as though providing lasting numbers is all the only truth to you They've sold all their old almanacs cuz they've got nowhere to be going to But in the night sometimes, when it's close to nine, with the glancing eyes that say "Hey babe! Didn't realize you wanted to go anyway" So let's not wait for time to pass, enough's enough you know Even if the sky's stressed it's the best quest to go way in India Complications of squeezed skin - it's not enough to do your head in We could put it all to rest, we still have choice you know It'll break apart right down in the earth below Like shadows in a darkened corner - words like 'are' turn into 'were' From Letras Mania