a. SARCOPHAGI
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b. UMBILICAL SYLLABES
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c. FACILIS DESCERNUS AVERNI
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d. CON SAFO
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The ocean floor is hidden
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From your viewing lens
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A depth perception
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Languished in the night
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All my life,I¡¯ve been
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Sowing the wounds
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But the seeds sprout
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A lachrymal cloud
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Nino preparate
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Que vas a sufrir
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Nino preparate
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Salte veneno
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Nino preparate
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Salte de aqui
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Nino preparate
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Labios temblando
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Nino preparate
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Salte veneno
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Nino preparate
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Salte de aqui
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Nino preparate
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Brincan los cuerpos
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Vas a sufrir
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My nails peel back
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When the taxidermist ruined
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Goose stepped the freckling impatience
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All the brittle tombs
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Five hundred little q¡¯s
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I¡¯m splitting hairs to
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Match the faces
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All night long I¡¯ll hunt for you
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Let me show you what I mean
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Sangre
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Sonando
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De rabia naci
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Now this train don¡¯t lie
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An abortion that survived
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A lineage of
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Bastard mastacation
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All the severed proof
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Talons scratch my suite
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These are the feathers
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That replace them
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All night I¡¯ll hunt for you
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Let me show you what I mean
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Sangre
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Sonando
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De rabia naci
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Who do you trust
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Will they feed us the womb
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Chrome the fetal mirage
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Will they feed us the womb
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I found the remnants
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Of a crescent fang
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It cleaned my wing
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Down to the bone
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Umbilical syllables
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Left to decode
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There was no cradle
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I can taste it
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Come on now
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All night I¡¯ll hunt for you
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Let me show you what I mean
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Sangre
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Sonando
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De rabia naci
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Who do you trust
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Will they feed us the womb
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Chrome the fetal mirage
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Will they feed us the womb
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Bring me this plague
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She took a drink
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Those nicotine stains
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On his every word
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My scavenger quilt
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Will only hide the truth
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Bring me
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Bring me this plague
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I count the days to find
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What was left behind
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Only these names I clutch
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Will lead me to my home
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Somehow this river marks
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A wrinkle hand in mine
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And everyday that parts
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The water into two
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Mothers and feathers start
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To drown the living proof
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I can¡¯t remember these lakes of blood
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Wrapped in a blanket
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There sweats a cut
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Who do you trust
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Will they feed us the womb
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Chrome the fetal mirage
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Will they feed us the womb
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Cygnus... Vismund Cygnus
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Mars Volta |