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Moving in units and dying aloneBuilding a glass and glue gelatin throneStuck in familiar; in milk and in boneAnd in warningWe'll hit the sidewalk and turn on the heatLive for a moment and die so discreetJust like the clown who wore black to the beachSelling bloodPeople, looking glass people,Saturday peopleWill live one final time-To reach,(holy calabaroo!)-Shaking the whitened hand,(holy calabaroo!)Much more than we can loveHalos for maniacs bent out of shapeLetras de cancionesStill they will circle the crystalline gatesAlong with the pirates who sailed there too lateOn a logI'll be here waiting, -for what? I don't know With hands like a fly trap and hair that won't growA mescaline freak out in an off-Broadway showIn the morningPeople, looking glass people,Saturday peopleWill live one final time-To reach,(holy calabaroo!)-Shaking the whitened hand,(holy calabaroo!)Much more than we can love (holy calabaroo!)Inches towards the beast ,(holy calabaroo!)This is::instrumentation:: From Letras Mania