Entropy - Lost Boys | Текст песни

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I liken my faith to a broken hand
No way to point or ability to grab
I float through these days with my sad quixiotic dance
Where windmills breathe fire and I'm the engine that can't

Maybe there's no way back now
And I haven't lost my way yet
Undergrowth overdefined
And I'm not out of things to say yet I'll take the muck over the swine

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