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Your lungs so full of smoke,
Your heart so set on freedom.
Your feet are free, your feet are free.
Your head is light, your throat so tight;
So naive to believe you’ll never choke.
So close to where you want to be, yet so far away.
Passing through such shallow tides,with knives stabbing through your sides.
Your tongue is twisted from kissing boys to whom you wish you hadn’t spoke.
Repeat, repeat in your light head;
My feet are free, my feet are free
before your heart is dead.