When it gets me depressed I find
That it's best with my chest high
As I stretch my lungs & express my love,
Hold my breath & forget my pride,
To reflect that the rest of our lives are a measure of time.
We may as well try to express some style.
I exhale my prayer.
(And) follow it with my eyes as it fills the air
...
'Cause I've been forced to digest this wasteful emptiness.
(And) I'm supposed to laugh as if there's nothing going on.
I know life goes on regardless...
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whoop whoop when you run come around
whoop whoop!
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TGIF! :)
1 comment:
wala bang live presentation? :P
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