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your bows will stall at the first sign of life that makes it up these walls up these walls and the motions of my verbs are rising with the swells I want to know the seas and the politics of thieves I'm tired of the skyscrapers and I want to feel the breeze I want my name to waltz right off their tongues like a secret they can't keep they can't keep it your bows will stall at the first sign of life that makes it up these walls up these walls and the motions of my verbs are rising with the swells fathoms and fathoms I want to go where foreign words bear the weight of gold and there are beaches whiter than aspen snows we've been landlocked for so long our cardinal points are all off I can travel the world in second hand (grant me wings where my shoulder blades reside) From Letras Mania