| I’ve been trying to breathe out loud
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| Filling lungs inside out
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| All worn out from going purely straight
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| The less I feel the more I change
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| Pouring black upon my haste
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| Look up from below, eyes awake
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| Hurricane of dreams
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| My hands on throats and those guilty teeth
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| They speak so
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| Speak so sweet
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| Did it need to get me back
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| Somethings crack along the way
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| Sank so hard, it wears me well
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| Choking on my long gone farewell
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| Sounds of sleep that only tease
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| Breaking down inside of me
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| Where destruction leads my every vice
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| Only now does it feel
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| Everything slowly heals
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| In turn I’ll take my own advice
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| Hurricane of dreams
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| My hands on throats and those guilty teeth
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| They speak so
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| Speak so sweet
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| Did it need to get me back
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| Somethings crack along the way
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| Sank so hard, it wears me well
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| Choking on my long gone farewell
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| Hurricane of dreams
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| My hands on throats and those guilty teeth
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| They speak so
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| Speak so sweet
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| Did it need to get me back
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| Somethings crack along the way
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| Did it need to get me back
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| Somethings crack, somethings crack
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| Did it need to get me back
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| Somethings crack along the way
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| Somethings crack along the way
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| Choking on my long gone farewell |