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Vocals & Acoustic Guitar: Christian Guarin
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Did you see the boy arrested on the old thirteenth and third? Just unrolled his scroll and, steaming mad, started screaming out the word. While Cartesian in its meaning, to police it seemed absurd. To think? The good ol' boys from Alabama somehow hadn't heard. There was a christening, but not a soul was listening. They were singing joyful songs, fists swinging at the air. Careful crowds paid attention to sensual, the kissing. Yet, failed to notice that the son of God was not there...absent. Now, have you ever walked the fields to see the faces in the cotton? The forgotten have a reason in believing what they got! Do you think, sometimes, that they still hate summer? Even allowed to find a lover? Do you want them in your cemetary plot? Turning on an axis, is the world just floating past us? Try to answer, I do not think that you can. Keeping eyes on sight, they sent a mighty satellite. They want to know where, exactly, the broken boy will land.
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