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I sell a truth, I sell myself - devotions in a cage |
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The sweat of moon runs down my tongue, between grace and chosen rage |
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I wait for you with thousand nails to place them in your heart |
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The failures' smoke does really hurt, but they won't get us apart |
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Do you remind that yesterday, that crawled upon the floor |
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where I baptized you, down the sea, with a face of history |
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Oh Maria, my heart-attack, and all the worlds are swimming all around |
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Oh Maria, my heart-attack, and all the moons are making nasty sounds |
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Oh Maria, my heart-attack, abandoned brides will write these books again |
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Oh Maria, my heart-attack, you look so historically with all your tangled rain |
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I take two steps on watery streets and pass inviting hosts |
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The cripples dance inside their caves around icons of two ghosts |
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I call to you through harlot skies to justify my scars |
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The jealous tears taste awfully, all poured in useless wars |
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Do you remind that yesterday, that perished down the floor |
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where I refused you, down the sea, with your face of history |
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Oh Maria, my heart-attack... |
