Mictlán
The Mars Volta
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Tell me when I'm gone
Tell me all the things you thought you could not say
From now until doomsday
I'll be the albatross that hangs
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Let it hang
10,000 fathoms underneath
Can you feel my hands?
They're keeping me safe when I can't see
Through a dead parliament of watchful eyes