الكلمات الأصلية
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With golden lungs and ivory teeth
Still hard to breathe
And to speak
Still hard to breathe
And to speak
Try to take what they were offering
Try to find the good in anything
It's wasted like a breeze on broken wings
When your eyes are flowering and you can find what's left of me
I'll be waiting patiently
For loneliness to set me free
