| I have been breathing dirt that is ruining my lungs
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| I have been breathing without giving space
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| I have breathed love, breathed anger
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| And sometimes I oo breathing, give air
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| Around the world, the world absorbs oxygen
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| The lungs are always empty
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| Here the world breathes at the pace of the sun
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| Due to overpopulation, the bellows are already splitting
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| Asthmatic who burns spliffei
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| Ny tenth week, thank you to the doctors
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| Diseases healed, I have a growing sense of danger
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| I live last day here in my wakefulness
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| The wind is blowing, my mouth is dry
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| Now people are fleeing the ocean
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| Everyone wants their own piece of the atmosphere
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| When the new generation in the middle of the nuclear winter woke up
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| I'm still wondering what I could do
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| Ku beauty around is but pollutes the atmosphere
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| And nothing was found to reach the rainbow
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| And the water vapor kept alive
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| And now breathe in me
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| Here the air is drier
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| And now blow out with my permission
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| With my permission
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| And now breathe in me
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| Here the air is drier
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| And now blow out with my permission
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| I get out of the bathtub just before the oxygen runs out
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| And for a moment I guess you won't choke on it
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| But I realize that feeling doesn't go away
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| It's been here all the time, it's in itself
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| Like the birth of a strangled umbilical cord
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| And the ghost pain for me is the feeling only brought back
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| You don't have your own body strangling you to death
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| I don't know, I can't breathe
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| I can't breathe
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| When my eyes blur I can't see my shoes anymore
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| The instinct for survival, the instinct for survival
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| The smell of life sounds
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| I cough water, the water turns into blood
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| The blood turns into wine, the back of the wine into water
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| Delusions and miracles
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| I felt like Jesus when I was confused
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| That coma is fun
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| You are not waking up to being the main ship again
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| I want to initialize
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| Every drop of water from my body smokes
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| I get out of the bathtub just before the oxygen runs out
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| I’m not asking anyone to put air on their stanks
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| Personal |
| feeling shoes
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| The spirit hisses, sweaty
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| Citizen makeup and throat rubber bands
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| What is this sound like here?
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| Diver's disease
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| The shots of the empty surface water of the nitrogen tank remain
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| You get away, I get up in the saddle
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| The jet ski glides along the lagoon
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| Everywhere aqua, Antarctica nakuna
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| Matata Hakuna, stupidity guarantees happiness, see
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| All in all, I'm pulling my taboo
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| The vacuum assures the mind of Holmenkollen
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| I push the mountains into the tomb of the Mariana Islands
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| Flatline, Shock-Tommi helps
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| I dive through Ostrobothnia
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| Although the bottom is far off, the bottom is peace
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| Control for a long time, the power now spends
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| The brain without oxygen still breathes
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| How long can I deny myself the gills?
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| Ahti alone knows |