children please, don't breathe the air
your lips are turning blue
it
I would die to be your lover lost at sea
And
the streets are filled with angels
walking by my side
and every
they're still out here
amongst the trees
they're still out here
amongst the
they hover with their holy lights
and begin to stir the
I know we're just like old friends
We just can't pretend
did you forget to read the signs:
posted on every corner?
polar
if we run we just might find
that there's a way
"Sir," he said "yes, you: right there
there's been an accident."
"Please
Make a list of what you'll need
Pack the knives –
You keep pushing me down, though you’ve breathed what I’ve
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