| I’m going to find myself some brand new lungs
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| Because these ones are black and tired
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| I’ll use them well and mind my health
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| And think nothing but good and pure thoughts
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| I’ve been bad, I know and I’m sorry
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| You can still smell the smoke reek in my skin
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| Well, I’ve had my way with the amenities
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| The depraved and loose guns are my kin
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| You always said
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| I’d have something to come back to That I would always have a home
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| Well, you’ll always be mine
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| That’s who you belong to, you will never be alone
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| The boundaries of the poisoned sound
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| The bitterness is so profound
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| It’s amazing how down and dirty others go It’s amazing how much you care at all
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| Forgive me, isn’t this only a dream?
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| This ain’t really me talking
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| You can’t help but feel let down
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| When you’re floating around
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| On old borrowed wings that tough the ground
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| Sometimes I feel unfit to stay
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| Wanna take myself out, call it a day
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| But once I get some brand new lungs
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| I’ll be fit to go and spend them again
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| And the drunks all cheat and lie
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| As the sober ones all cry
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| They fell obliged to apologize
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| Beg for forgiveness to make them feel alright |