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Watch'em dying From the distress you deny You are too blind to see That it could touch you Yeah I could be wrong But if I'm right, you'll be throwing up you lungs With your pride At least you've got hope And I hope it's gonna last I want you to breathe An air without smoke I want you to live You won't have to choke, anymore Watch'em crying We don't want to see ourselves Shifted by the pain I might be wrong But if I'm right, you'll be throwing up you lungs With your pride At least you've got hope And I hope it's gonna last Birds of a feather, flock together And you'll become cinders, forever |