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• Artiste: These Arms Are Snakes
• Titre: Coporeal
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Small talk happens in my home town Bodies walk but don't move too much around It's a safe dirt nap town where you can make a friend As fast as you can put one, put one in the ground I never thought much of heart, beating or other wise There wasn't much in the sound, wrapping my ears in And you may say God's got it in for us But I'm not sure he's around or anywhere to be found around A glazed stare is a common one in this town Tongues are known to hang as low as the clouds You were gold when you arrived, but the rain came down And showed that you were tin, that you were tin It isn't nothing at all Brushed off in a subtle way You turn shallow My fingers dip way in your skin Exposing the scales you've been hiding Covering this whole time The sea may wash you away The ground ate you whole The trees may come alive May come alive and constrict The mountains may split And cave into the turf Forever infinite Opened wide