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Paroles ::: Medùlla ::: Triumph Of A Heart
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The nerves are sending shimmering signals
All through my fingers
The veins support
Blood that gushes impulsively towards
The triumph of a heart that gives all
That gives all
The triumph of a heart that gives all
That gives all
The stubborn trunks of these legs of mine
Serve as pathways for my favorite fuel
Heading upwards towards my kidneys
The triumph of a heart that gives all
That gives all
The triumph of a heart that gives all
That gives all
Smooth soft red velvety lungs
Are pushing a network of oxygen joyfully
Through a nose, through a mouth
But all enjoys, which brings us to
The triumph of a heart that gives all
That gives all
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