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A Test of Wills Lyrics

This is the junk of myth
Without a cup of gold
Or turn to stone.

Simian twilight again.
In the roof and the belt and the hands.
And the simians rule with their hands.

There's no way
I'm skullweighed.
No way
I'm that way.

Just give me permission to land
I don't need a reason to stand.

Donde Icarus?
With his wings and this?
No one gives a shit?
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