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Dappled Cities( Dappled Cities Fly )
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Middle People
I am dead, you are sad, it's exactly how these pieces can collide So I'm glad that cool willingness and comfort are now wild This waters cold, though so I'm told it stir a million perfect particles of sand Slipped through your hands, now the body's where they're inclined to land Is this my kind of living? Is this my kind of land? I am sitting on a grand gesture made of something skewed and underhand
And you claim that I will never be made of man
I will rise with the sound of bird following this miracle of mine They're the kind that would flay about with chest pushed out in pride Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And they would sing, la la la la la la la la la la and they would laugh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Is this my kind of living? Is this my kind of land? I am sitting on a grand gesture made of something skewed and underhand
And you claim I will never be made of man So true when the enemy's made of man So great that I will never be made of man
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