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I'm a part and a part of being a part of somethingIs there's something to lean uponI'm apart and a part of being apart from something is there's nothing to lean uponYour mind saysIt's not particularly clear todayIt's winter on our harbour wireAnd we don't mindA the pace we play with the minimum chips of games we payThey're not to know our names, and we don't mindWe're supposed to be the kind of clanBrings home the day with bread and beaten handsBut Hands that kneed do need the changeFrom being alone to being soEver so empathisedBut have you ever been loved insidePut together as me and theyCount me as one tooI'm a part and a part of being a part of somethingIs there's something to lean uponI'm apart and a part of being apart from something is there's nothing to lean uponAnd aren't you turning heads and screwing feet to legs and making all the sense of faces I knowAnd as it turns out there are thousands of shards of you in me and yard of me in you and now we're wholeBecause of what you are, because of what you are, because of all the pieces put together made you into somethingLetras de cancionesGive me the fire you make, we'll make a cut a out of the piece of cakeUnderwater for our wedding day, there's 24 people under the wavesAnd can you dream of walking alte, past the post of the pace paradeIt's winter on our harbour bridgeAnd we don't mindI'm a part and a part of being a part of somethingIs there's something to lean uponI'm apart and a part of being apart from something is there's nothing to lean upon From Letras Mania