Centipede

Wilsen

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    Oh, I wonder how you move
    Your hundred little legs
    I've never seen
    Them spin with such a grace
    Your point in each and every step
    It's like a thousand of the times
    We could've changed
    But we're cemented in place

    Give me ataraxia

    The air is hardening around us
    And it's making me shake
    When thinking of inching close
    To your face
    We're strangers in the excess
    We're not like the others here
    So won't you stay the night, dear
    And tell me I belong

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    Give me ataraxia
    It's ataraxia

    'Cause it fills
    You fill me a little
    Then straight through the bottom
    We're all faking something
    And you fill
    You fill me a little
    Then straight through the bottom
    We promised we'd leave to live
    We promised we'd leave to live
    (The others, the others, the others)

    Oh, I envy how you move
    Those hundred little legs
    I've never been
    As fine without an aim
    So won't you stay the night, dear
    And tell me I belong

    Give me ataraxia

    'Cause you fill
    You fill me a little
    Then straight to the bottom
    Did you stay to prove you could
    (The others, the others, the others)

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    Composición: Tamsin, Ara y John Howard Simon

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