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By Mars Volta, L’Via
Hija de Miranda
Tu Apellido se cambio
L’ Via
Sin Ojos me quieres
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By Mars Volta, He's got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shards
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By Mars Volta, Close the doors
If you want to see her breathing again
Blur
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By Mars Volta, When Sanskrit was my mother tongue
Scarabs filled my pillow
Tarmac strips
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By Mars Volta, The swarms that I speak
are the wrists I have cut
by
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By Mars Volta, When the earth lets you go
When the verdict is vermin
By
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By Mars Volta, How much do you make
in that death factory
Severance owed
in the
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By Mars Volta, Do you still remember how you wore that dress
it slit
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By Mars Volta, I just don't know the layman's terms
to call the mess
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By Mars Volta, I'm bolted from within
from long conniving heights
The hail it makes
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By Mars Volta, You must have been phlegmatic in stature
The gates of thanos
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By Mars Volta, Have you seen the living
Tired of their own shells
All the
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By Mars Volta, I should have known you?d always scratch that itch
When you
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By Mars Volta, A salty ring of night fatigue
When I get, get, get
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By Mars Volta, Maybe I?ll breakdown
Maybe I?ll try
Circumvent inoculation
And I just want a
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By Mars Volta, Sawing at the pavement
Repented theyre past lives
might not
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By Mars Volta, Oh lord,
Oh lord, You've made it....
You wanna drag your vessel
you
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By Mars Volta, You yell out in defiance
You're backed up against that
