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There was a call on the telephone and an air of resignation, a few kind words, and a sort of incompetence as we confused our basic nouns and verbs. There was no love lost between; there were birds singing in the trees. There was foul play at the old arcade, there were people screaming murder at machines; then there was silence -- the kind that only Batman he can make with their hearts touching their teeth and the clouds reaching down to touch concrete. There was a voice that I heard one time, so faceless, full of noise and don't you know, it shook me from my sleep; it threatened hellfire then it spooned with me. It whispered in my ear you have only yourself to fear. There was a call on the telephone, an air of resignation, a few kind words, and the sort of incompetence as we confused our basic nouns and verbs. There was no love lost between; there were birds singing in the trees. There was no love lost between; there were birds singing in the trees. From Letras Mania