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You and I playing nomads in the cityLetting the mundane take sparkAs effortless as the wind a-blowingLit up like Luna ParkAnd I ain't gonna let you kill meDon't you go letting me murder youI'm gonna pluck every thorn out of your fleshGonna make you brand newI'll strip you to a ghostAnd fatten up your sweetnessDon't let me grown remoteI do that easyAnd at a rate of knotsI'm clumsy when I'm speedingAnd that's your safety zoneWhere I'm queasyThere's an ancient photograph of youVegemite smeared across your faceGrinning so demonically Chasing your brotherAll over the placeAnd I too have see my brother sleepingLooking like he's aged fourHe's always seemed so big to meBut lying there he just seems so smallLetras de cancionesYou pack a punch more than mostAnd to land one isn't easyBut there's sweetness in the soundsOf sleeping and breathingAnd perhaps when we're oldWe'll quit all this competing It'll be like it was at firstEasyAnd why does the vilest creatureIn sleep look like a saintIf our enemies could all spy us sleepingThey could be us they could take our placeWell I'd come home later than I would haveAnd you'd struggled to stay upAnd as sleep laid its weight upon youI saw you as you were From Letras Mania