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Words
Words, all my words, lost in the air
I breathe foreign smells perfume my mind
Weak, oh my friend, we're weak now and then
We're small frightened shades and scorn's blowing everywhere
Drowning in a deep dark ocean of feelings everyday
It's not the last, we're bound to learn either stop it high
Flying high above the ground
So get up now, holding tight, building walls to hide your cries
And scream at the sky for some rain to wash your hands
Oh God, we ain't right, we ain't proud, we ain't kind
But please help us now, bring us truth and a wiser peaceful mind
Drowning in a deep dark ocean of feelings everyday
It's not the last, we're bound to learn either stop it high
Flying high above the ground
It's a dream, we ain't worth living free, living well
We just get what we spread, several wounds and a neverending pain
So we stare at the land, kneel, join our hands
But there's nothing, no one watches, no one listens, no one cares
And you see all your words lost in the air
You breathe foreign smells perfume your mind
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