Cuba TM 歌词

	i want to figure out
	what the future is about
	are we going to stay the same,
	or will we change our shape?
	because of acid-rain,
	because of too high gain,
	cast our skins,
	covered by a thin membrane...?
	to let the sound come in,
	to let the bowels spin,
	to let love come in...?
	and we could use the sloughed skin as raincoats...
	as saturn bursts through the sky
	our arms would spin like windmills
	our bodies refuse to fly...

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