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Every hour is a season Every minute lasts day So I sit here picking stitches I find comfort in decay How I long to fill my lungs (Lungs) Tell me how does it feel to Breathe air cold and clean Cos I've been living on my knees Since I was seventeen Thought I was safe beneath the smoke (Smoke) But even undercover I still choke My wings are clipped but even if they weren't (even if they weren't ) I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth (leave behind the earth) There's no poetry in my soul (In my soul) Just a list of lies I've told (In my soul) And I don't know how much longer I can hold on My wings are clipped but even if they weren't (even if they weren't ) I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth (leave behind the earth) There's no poetry in my soul Just a list of lies I've told And I don't know how much longer I can hold on My wings are clipped but even if they weren't I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth There's no poetry in my soul Just a list of lies I've told And I don't know how much longer I can hold on |