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we're two points collapsing supercharged from the storm sun-drenched and our faces, too deformed. this we're content to see us peeling locust skins from the locust tree "hang on to these places" she says to me and clearly in this afternoon clearly we will have to turn and come home soon. she ?loaned? to me, a point collapsing with that loved face in the snow the mission could be corrupted and we wouldn't know and we wouldn't know my baby reaches for the sound i've got my feet against the ground my baby reaches for the sound i'll take you anywhere you've found nothing no more is to see us, peeling locust skins from the locust trees "hang on to these faces" she screams to me clearly in this afternoon cleary we will have to turn and come home soon clearly in this afternoon cleary we will have to turn and come home soon Aus Songtexte Mania