Menomena
Capsule
Tiny muscle, wicked magic now the party startsIt’s a long hall, but you can do it, you’re a naturalNo more trophies as the constellation fantasyLike a nervous random stranger at a glory hallAt a glory hallNow I’m evolving from a child to an aging childYou’re maturing from a memory to a legacyNot comṗlaining, living better in a time capsuleNo more trophies, no more falsified identitiesWe never talk to, send me the telephoneWe never talk to, send me the telephoneWe never talk to, send me the telephoneWe never talk to, we never talkWe never
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