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Stuck between the do or die, |
| [00:29] |
I feel emaciated. |
| [00:36] |
Hard to breathe I try and try, |
| [00:39] |
I'll get asphyxiated. |
| [00:46] |
Swinging from the tallest height, |
| [00:48] |
with nothing left to hold on to. |
| [00:55] |
Every sky is blue, but not for me and you. |
| [01:04] |
Come home, come home... |
| [01:23] |
Glass and petrol vodka gin, |
| [01:26] |
it feels like breathing methane. |
| [01:33] |
Throw yourself from skin to skin, |
| [01:35] |
and still it doesn't dull the pain. |
| [01:42] |
Vanish like a lipstick trace, |
| [01:44] |
it always blows me away. |
| [01:52] |
Every cloud is grey, with dreams of yesterday. |
| [02:00] |
Come home, come home... |
| [03:14] |
Always goes against the grain, |
| [03:16] |
and I can try and deny it |
| [03:23] |
Give a monkey half a brain, |
| [03:25] |
and still he's bound to fry it. |
| [03:32] |
Now the happening scene is dead, |
| [03:35] |
I used to want to be there too. |
| [03:42] |
Every sky is blue, but not for me and you. |
| [03:50] |
Come home, come home... |