With golden lungs and ivory teeth
It's still hard to breathe and to speak
Still hard to breathe and to speak
Try to take what they were offering
Try to find the good in anything
It's wasted like a breeze on broken wings
When your eyes are flowering, and you can find what's left of me
I'll be waiting patiently for loneliness to set me free
It's still hard to breathe and to speak
Still hard to breathe and to speak
Try to take what they were offering
Try to find the good in anything
It's wasted like a breeze on broken wings
When your eyes are flowering, and you can find what's left of me
I'll be waiting patiently for loneliness to set me free
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