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Our figures Bent by the light And it figures that we’d feel this way, right? Our voices Like stories retold Well, they’re nice at first and then they’re sad and they’re old Our shapes Well, so clear in the dark Help them or they’ll take it too far Bent over Eyes to the side Simply guessing at the shapes on the wall It’s rough and it’s rushed and it comes out It’s in the angles in the shapes in between us If it’s first then it’s twice then it happens that’s it been happening ever since then Come on out and admit it It’s in the angles in the shapes in your faces Come on out and admit it It’s all these things at once and Oh my god my hands face down I feel my palms press on the ground Oh this view looks so familiar We’re all telling tales taller than we are We are all so sure we’re the only ones around From Letras Mania