.Every hour is a season,
Every minute lasts a day,
So I sit here picking stitches,
Cause I find comfort in decay,
How I long to fill my lungs.
So tell me how does it feel to,
Breathe air cold and clean,
Cos I've been living on my knees,
Since I was seventeen.
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