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I want to be fit to take your breath and exhale a resolution I want to be fit to sing along with a pair of sunset lungs where do you walk where do I taste the wind behind you I lose my vail in hopes that you will stare right trough me I can hear you crying for that halo that isn't even yours for you to lose and you tell me that your bound to your circle concentrical toss me like a rope and hopefully you'll have their approval inside the imitation that I loath with the callow hands and the bad knees all suckers for the taste of illusion to hold and cradle I lose my faith in hopes that you will stare right trough me I can hear you crying for that halo that isn't even yours for you to lose and you tell me that your bound to your circle concentrical |