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 I'm in the air gliding over the water 
Feet tucked under my tail 
Wings pulled back 
Body like a spear 
This time I'm coming back whith a whale. 
I'd better take a deep breath. 
It's never easy 
We are the bullets 
Breast to grave. 
I'm on my feet and I'm running the plaza 
Matador is holding the red 
I've got the horns 
I've got the speed 
This motherfucker's going home dead. 
Three fingers on the rocks. 
It's never easy 
But you'd better be brave 
We are the bullets 
Breast to grave. 
 
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