Model/Actriz - Crossing Guard
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The Crossing of God's Replay
Sighlines passing gates that are incoming and fade Unpressed against the glass as close as I can take And the colours of smit turn breath into fast As the ground falls in to a pill of smoke At the crossing of God's replay There's no hands left to tell you So grab me by the key And whisper into me Yeah, keep saying you don't. You don't have to submit Your self to it linen, wire, cloth, steel, release it All on, and we go back to running from it Now like a gem of the stany, pulled away from under the air Cross, hand over, across And hand over, now cross Cross, cross Cross From passing to
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