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look what we fell apart intolook what we brought the pardoned in to observethe sacked city grids of ourselvesdays of drinking by the rivercounting stars off the spillins sir I don't know where they wentthere's still no evidence they were herestill no eloquence to revereand when I finally wake the fuck upwhat on earth will appear days of thinking in music and songyears of rehearsing in dialogue you'd think they'd' have left some stainto show me which doors they left openinstead of all this loss without closureand only in this does one waitthere's still no evidence they were herestill no eloquence to revereand when I finally wake the fuck upwhat on earth will appear spare me the sad guy tunespare me the buddha like moonspare me the cocoon From Letras Mania