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Lletres: Mat Musto. Conclusion.

when the world was all material
i stood amongst a mess
observing those lines
in imaginary lines in books
and nameless pages

the sky is falling
we fell thru
and we fell through
woah; we fell through
woahh; i climbed at the top
it was there that i conclude
that we fell so short in search of the truth

when the world was a question
i stood amongst your hypothesis

analyzing the data
realizing we were never in need of a world that's a dream

we laid amongst our pillows
with our eyes closed shut
and the door ripped wide open

my sky is falling
i climbed at the top
it was there that i conclude
that we fell so short in search of the truth
we fell so short in search of the truth
we fell so short in search of the truth

Mat Musto