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You live out where the street ends |
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In a basement apt. with one of your friends |
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And the tap drips all night |
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Water torture in the sink |
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The furnace is burning |
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But it's still cold i think |
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I can smell the bleach |
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That they use in the hall |
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But it can't clean the dirt off of me |
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It's seeping under the door |
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In across the floor |
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It's starting to hurt |
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Everytime I breathe |
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Everytime I try to leave |
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Everytime I breathe |
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Now the toaster sticks |
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And the empties are piled |
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I haven't been up the stairs in awhile now |
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I gotta wash the sheets on my bed |
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I gotta watch those things that go unsaid |
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God I wish we'd leave it at this |
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Everytime I breathe |
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Everytime I try To leave |
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Everytime I breathe |
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And every evening you open the door |
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You come down |
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There's nothing like watching tv all night underground |
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And no one is watching me slide |
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Below street level |
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Barely alive |
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Now we live out where the street ends |
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In a basement apt. just like our friends |
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We always said that we were different |
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But you know now that we weren't |
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'cause there's holes in all the bottles |
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And my lungs hurt |
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Everytime I Breathe |
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Everytime I Try To Leave |
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Everytime I Breathe |
