Lyrics:
"Will I dream with no end?
Two ways [race] in my head.
And take a photograph,
With my soft, silvery laced back hands.
I take it in like a spongebath, yeah.
Waiting on you for one last dance.
I'll be in my shrine oh yeah.
Will the Earth's rotation slow?
On our discourse,
Like magic in the soothing arms,
They call the mother's wings,
She lets go to fly.
And we're soft so, spoken so accordingly.
And I'm a false hope, given on the orderly.
Will you take away it all?
Will you take away the hurt in my fall?
So let's rant about our closures.
Like dust, we'll settle down.
Or maybe we'll coagulate, oh so late.
That we just missed the party, yeah,
We're bound."

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In a lab, on my mind, around the earth.
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_daniel jacques martinez_

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