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Mictlán

The Mars Volta

Tell me when I'm gone
Tell me all the things you thought you could not say
From now until doomsday
I'll be the albatross that hangs

Let it hang
10,000 fathoms underneath
Can you feel my hands?
They're keeping me safe when I can't see
Through a dead parliament of watchful eyes




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