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There is a threshold, there is a point of no return
Whether or not the ending, take away the disguise
And save our home from ruin
It takes me away, the most ferocious inertia
There is a fishing line, get tangled in our rooms
Sew me your goodbye, pick up a signal
And pull the hook without mercy
I will be the sore, the bandage and the pain
It takes me away, the most ferocious inertia
Come gale! Come and sweep my papers
Now we do not care
If I am not yesterday and there is no fuel left to return
I will be the sore, the bandage and the pain
It takes me away, it throws me in its cyclone the most ferocious inertia
We will be ships in full collision
We will fall slow
What a fierce inertia!
I'm riding in your cyclone!
We will follow the line
No fuel to return
We will follow the line
No fuel to return
We will follow the line
No fuel to return
I will cross this new threshold
No fuel to return
