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Air To Breathe
You're stoned again not trying to understand
Our worries 'bout your frustration
Good friends gone, you're begging for someone
Who shares this fascination
Let us know, let us go, leave your past alone
All in all, we're running out of reasons to care
What is taking your air (taking your air)
To breathe (to breathe)
More and more, we're longing for the seasons we shared
But we're getting prepared (getting prepared)
To leave (to leave)
What are you waiting for why don't you pass the door
To get some imagination
Your only truth are all these drugs you choose
Or are they just some other kind of inspiration?
Wake me up, what the fuck is going on?
From Letras Mania