Eden Maine Do not Move a Muscle, do not Breathe a
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We drove the long way home, past the prison gates
and through the years. And at the side of the road
we saw a faceless man whose old grey skin held his
ageing bones together like an oversized leather
glove. And whose eyes sank so far into his skull
they seemed as black as the midnight air. But this
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mans gift was his words. He told us how there is a
fine line between order and chaos, that there are
those in life who do not know what they are
fighting for, but that it is the fight that
counts, and that a man without principles is a
fool only to himself. And the years past and we
never saw him again. The eyes held a crystal
glaze, but the scent did not return.
Letras: Do not Move a Muscle, do not Breathe a Word Eden
Maine [final]