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I think your forgot to stretch out that lieIt broke right into placeTake it to heart and carve it intoYour skin, I make myself illWe know we don't own timeIt's not the only reason relevant for 70 x 7Cool those jetsThey're burning into my face70 x7Deficiencies in empathy mean that we are deadI burned with matchesHere's what was leftCharred and slantedTo hit their markAnd then we went outOut to our horsesAnd raced to, and raced toThe corner store where we brought much disillusionI reminisce about the times when armorWas my only party attireAnd all my guests were arguments that hidBehind their own masks all nightWe know we don't own timeIts not the only reason relevant for 70 x 7Cool those jetsThey're burning into my faceLetras de canciones70 x 7Deficiencies in empathy mean that we are deadYou heard i burnt withAll of those matchesSo how did things turn out, out, out, on your end?And then you went boundOut for your horsesAnd raced to, and raced toThe corner store where you brought much disillusionAs the night moves on it disrobes an organ and plays the only music that we love to hateAs the night moves on it disrobes our hearts and plays the only music that we love to hate70 x 7 From Letras Mania