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Testo Stiches
Every hour is a season
Every season is a day
So I sit here picking stitches
'Cos I find comfort in decay
How I long to fill my lungs
Tell me how does it feel to Breathe air cold and clean
'Cos I've been living on my knees
Since I was seventeen
Thought I was safe beneath the smoke
But even undercover
I still choke
My wings are clipped but even if they weren't
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
There's no poetry in my soul
Just a list of lies I've told
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on (x3)
Every season is a day
So I sit here picking stitches
'Cos I find comfort in decay
How I long to fill my lungs
Tell me how does it feel to Breathe air cold and clean
'Cos I've been living on my knees
Since I was seventeen
Thought I was safe beneath the smoke
But even undercover
I still choke
My wings are clipped but even if they weren't
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
There's no poetry in my soul
Just a list of lies I've told
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on (x3)
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