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Daniel:these days i've been finding it hard to trust myselfas oil drums carry our nation's bloodblackened by too much summer fun and offshorespills. the time to chill has passed because soonwe will feel the effects of our warring globewarming up to suicide...we have a new kind of rain to worry us.our nocturnal emissions touching the face og god.a new kind of rain to worry us...drumming on metal rooftops...around the world...Hugh:if we can't live like other people dowhat holds our hands behind us?if we can't move like other peopleoh oh what's wrapped around usoh oh and how to move to home hometo movements that we know knowknowing that it's home home wrappedall around usmoving backwards through native tonguesnative tongues reach sore lungsLetras de cancionesnative tongues reach into sore lungssore lungs explode outward throughbleeding gumscreation i'm not my owncreation i'm not my ownpossession i'm not my owncreation swimming backward throughnative tongues native country receivenative son native son fumble inforeign tongues speak to ghosts is act ofgeneration speaking tongues is our separation From Letras Mania