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give me room to breathe written in xxxx. available audio underground version:  recorded xx.xx.xxxx at ? |
back black carpets on the ceiling and no time to waste i cannot understand just what it is you will not taste the magic is still there it's floating everywhere it's turning every dream i used to have into a phrase honestly i mean you're not the one i need waiting for me by the window every time you see get out of there please and give me room to breathe give me room to breathe bats around the globe are flying for the feast i could drive them away but i would lose my inner beast i can't afford it still it's keeping up my will like making walls of styroform stronger than iron drill honestly... flying empty wishes keep pouring down like rain it doesn't get me wet but i can still hear her complain how come its not yet gone heavier than before a snare drum right inside my head is driving me away honestly... |
