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And my hands are flickering and the water turns to tracing paper and I watch you dry
I'm an army of stills like you flick between your fingers
You will always make me be faster than I am
There's a banner rising
I know sorry when I see its bones
We will always end up washed up on the sh*re and my hands are flickering,
Some one's reading the book over us,
White letters cross your trousers, we were always being dubbed