Every air that I breathe
Was an every cold at my feet
Whenever I stand in the ground
I travel in space filled with sounds
With empty slot in your heart that whispers
With my ear full of callers
An empty heart with empty feelings
Can fly even have no wings
There is nothing left to give
Two horns that jump as they heave
How to learn a good life be
We'll have to wait and see
Should I strive to be happy?
There are no other keys around me
There's still hope to return your feeling?
When that is left is nothing
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