| Let your eyes walk on his tongue
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| His wife is dead, she doesn’t see
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| Voices raised to emptiness
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| Arms reaching back to face the face
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| Children stand shut to the length of his waist
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| Dirt swept we shiver with our mouths to the ground, to the ground
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| Word dancers shout the dead language of thieves
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| «Dreams are omission, they fall deliberately»
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| They fall deliberately
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| They fall deliberately
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| They fall deliberately
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| They fall deliberately
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| Let the sky scream, «suffocation»
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| If you can’t move, you can’t breathe, breathe, breathe
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| Voices raised to emptiness
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| Arms reaching back to face the face, the face, the face
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| You’re just a face
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| You’re just a face
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| Not me, dead girl dressed in white
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| This is not healthy
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| I, sanitation sin
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| It could be you, you, you
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| It could be you
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| It could be you
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| Mouth to mouth, face to face to face to face to face
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| You can’t get out if you’re already there
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| It’s always been you
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| It’s always been you
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| It’s always been you, you, you |