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Wish I could breathe |
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Wish I could stand |
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Wish I had a chance here holding your hand |
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Wish I could speak |
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Wish I could talk |
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Wish I could breathe |
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Since the first day I was alive |
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I feared we would meet here in the misty outside |
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Wanted to run |
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Wanted to hide |
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Wish I could breathe |
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I feel a chill deep in my bones |
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Nothing can heal the way my blood moans |
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Nothing can quench |
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My bitter thirst |
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Wish I could breathe |
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Grasp at my heart that burns in my chest |
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It's your precious art that makes my soul stressed |
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Run short of blood |
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Light-headed I swoon |
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Wish I could breathe |
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I fear we can't overcome |
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This place |
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I know |
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Your face |
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Your hands |
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Wish I could breathe |
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Wish I could breathe |
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Wish I could stand |
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Wish I had a chance here holding your hand |
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Wish I could speak |
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Wish I could talk |
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Wish I could breathe |
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Since the first day I was alive |
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I feared we would meet here in the misty outside |
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Wanted to run |
|
Wanted to hide |
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Wish I could breathe |
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I fear we can't overcome |
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This place |
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I know |
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Your face |
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Your hands |
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Wish I could breathe |
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Wish I could breathe |
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Wish I could fall |
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Wish I could blink after the fall |
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Wish I could talk |
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Wish I could speak |
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Wish I could breathe |
