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Cages and cases of starving birds and dead thingsNo longer look anything like they didWhen they been livingThe things you love you to put into cementIn order to keep them they have to be deadYou think that he's yoursBut it's only in your headHis coffin is not your armsHis grave is not your bedBuckets and caskets full of garbage and ashesNothing of collections !!Of nothing you've been protectingThe things you love you put into cementIn order to keep them they have to be deadYou think that he's yoursBut it's only in your headHis coffin is not your armsHis grave is not your bedTaking bouncing concreteHarbor a love for things that don't existLetras de cancionesTry to set them into stoneBut you can'tHe's bad of bones and fleshThe things you love you put into cementIn order to keep them they have to be deadYou think that he's yoursBut it's only in your headHis coffin is not your armsHis grave is not your bed From Letras Mania