Free The air is polluted by the smoke, The streets are filled with broken glasses, and I got pushed against the wall, with my head under your armpit. did I tell you I don't need air no more? did you know shoes are not wore to walk no more? I do miss the comforts of home, well, I guess I am better off on my own. Bought a ticket for a runaway train, There is no way out when I'm in too deep. Nothing can help me remember how to smile any more. keeling at the confessional with nothing to confess. I am free to decide, Free to decide. losers, winners, seems so vague now. Victim of all time, leave behind.Birth sign: Not entered
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