.Pushing a ribcage
Makes it hard to breathe
And yet we hold our sweaty hands
Year after year>
Some new year>
Without music in our head
Newspaper tenement coming up dead
So my parachute is hanging around
I guess I bust it on the ground
Nothing helps me fall
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