letra de like a dog - the infinite three
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run past the turnstiles and fold into grace
feed into the living and take his place
his place at the table
his knife and his spoon
his food is a ghost now, an image burned through
burned into the weather, it dries up the rain
the thunder is aching to breathe again
holding the handles
holding the fool
we’re bouncing off these walls
it shakes this place
there’s no tongue on the files now
there’s no room to explain
we’ll hold onto pictures ’til there’s none of you left
it’s bouncing off these walls to make a sound
his brain, his saviour
are poised like a dog
we’ll hold on to pictures
we poised like a dog
like a sound
like a sound
like a sound
like a sound
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