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asthma is my lungs
cut out my tongue
maybe i should start writing poetry?
maybe that would erase everything.
oh, I’ll fit into this mould 
even if it breaks my bones
i need to be better
but that’s harder when you’re put under a lot of pressure 

she’s beauty
she’s grace 
she doesn’t like my face

i know you don’t need this right now 
shall i pack my bags and be off then?
i know you don’t need this right now
should i just leave?

you and me 
go together like hammers and teeth
i couldn’t fit the mould
even though i broke my bones
i tried to be better
but i wasn’t the problem was i? no.

she’s beauty
she’s grace
she likes my face

i know you don’t need me right now 
but i’ll stay anyway, oh
i know you don’t need me right now 
but i’ll stay anyway, oh

i know you don’t need this right now
shall i pack my bags and be off then?
i know you don’t need this right now 
should i just leave?

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my pain burns hot
my pain burns hot in my lungs

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