| In this room, I’m suffocating
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| Any breath I had is fading
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| I’ve forgotten how it feels to be alive
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| Being free was just a notion
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| But I’ve set my hands in motion
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| And I’ve got to grab the steering wheel and drive
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| 'Cause I’m getting out of here
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| To a different atmosphere
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| Where the clouds may wait for the brightness of the sun
|
| And the sky goes gold for a, shining over me
|
| In this room, I’m suffocating
|
| Any breath I had is fading
|
| I’ve forgotten how it feels to be alive
|
| Being free was just a notion
|
| But I’ve set my hands in motion
|
| And I’ve got to grab the steering wheel and drive
|
| 'Cause I’m getting out of here
|
| To a different atmosphere
|
| Where the clouds may wait for the brightness of the sun
|
| And the sky goes gold for a, shining over me
|
| 'Cause I’m getting out of here
|
| To a different atmosphere
|
| Where the clouds may wait for the brightness of the sun
|
| And the sky goes gold for a, shining over me |