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I loop the thread around my eyesI pull them tightI string the beads that we call teethSo I can eatI stitch and knot my limbs back onI step into my feetI will sew my garden safeLet the moss grow over meEverything must have a placeThere is place for everythingIn my pocket is a knob lock keyWrapped in a silver threadIt's laid out on the road to homeI'll follow where I'm ledThe floorboards moan as I approachTo tell me where I'm atIf my tongue was a needleI would sew myself a mapIn my pocket is a knob lock keyWrapped in a silver threadIt's laid out on the road to homeI'll follow where I'm ledThe floorboards moan as I approachTo tell me where I'm atLetras de cancionesIf my tongue was a needleI would sew myself a mapI loop the thread around my eyesI pull them tightI string the beads that we call teethSo I can eatI stitch and knot my limbs back onI step into my feetFrom the cradle into the graveLet the moss grow over meEverything must have a placeThere is place for everything From Letras Mania