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letra de --git-purged - boustrophedon

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[verse 1]
an economy of fingers
come crashing down some day
like a thunder cloud i’ve scanned
and
i’ve collected too much rain

[pre-chorus]
and i shun what we’ve created
but we live what we’ve devised
and i shun what we’ve created
but we live what we’ve devised

[chorus]
and i walk them down
these shadows don’t serve me
and i walk them down
with diminished returns

[verse 2]
what is it like to not be picked apart?
the empty sp-ce of a mosaic?
no cat’s eye in perfect opal
no thousand voices to take it

[pre-chorus]
and i hate what we’ve created
but we live what we’ve devised
much less than we’ve demonstrated
who will save us from demise?
[chorus]
and i walk them down
these shadows don’t serve me
and i walk them down
with diminished returns

[outro]
and i walk them down
these shadows don’t serve me
and i walk them down
with diminished returns

- boustrophedon

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