| I am a transplanted heart
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| Meant for the shadows of skyscrapers
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| Morning coffee and newspapers
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| I am a hospital lung
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| Plugged into the wall
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| Tricked into breathing by another man
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| Tracks buckle, rumble through my nerves
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| I don’t want to go, breaking underground
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| In the hospitals, in the hospitals, in the hospitals
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| We’re never gonna wire you in
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| Release it and let it out
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| In the hospitals, in the hospitals, in the hospitals
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| We’re never gonna wire you in
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| Release it and let it out
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| Of my hospital lung
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| I am a violent tongue
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| Cracked through a crowd of bar crawlers
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| Stacked in the shadows of subway stalkers
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| I am a hospital lung
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| Collapsed onto the floor
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| Inflated into being by another man
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| Tracks buckle, rumble through my nerves
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| And our bodies break into pieces, underground
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| In the hospitals, in the hospitals, in the hospitals
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| We’re never gonna wire you in
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| Release it and let it out
|
| In the hospitals, in the hospitals, in the hospitals
|
| We’re never gonna wire you in
|
| Release it and let it out
|
| Of my hospital lung
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| I’m not breathing in
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| I’m not breathing
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| I’m not breathing in
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| Hospital lung
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| I’m not breathing in
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| I’m not breathing
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| I’m not breathing in
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| I’m not breathing |