I'm so tired of this place
Lonely roads, empty faces
Let me breathe in your life
Haven't seen you for ages
Take the blinds off the ceiling
Wake me up with a meaning
Future is sitting on a high chair
Cold and ignoring
I've been dying for so long
Send me a little healing
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OK 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++my friend!