We're still here
Like a page torn from a book of memories
We're still here
Despite the anticipation and the fall
We're still here
Up to and and not including the steeples
We're still here
Lost in time's trapped cathedrals
Ode to the night
Ode to the day
Ode to surgery
We're still here
I am not a proper lady sporting
well in the complex
well in the complex
We're still here
And there are no more tribal melodies
Did I ever tell you
the strangest things are misdemeanors
But we're still here
Ever and always covalent bonding
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