reathe in the city
The air was so thick that he could see it
And the oil on the stream was like soot on buildings
He hung his head humble like the sky
He wishes he was born in another century
A hundred years ago upon a bed of leaves
And he'd open up his eyes to his mother and the sky
Singing love for until he dies
Until he dies
He feels like his body is a mansion or a cave
A hundred hollow rooms his soul is stuck within it
Afraid to go outside for the pain that he might find
But I know that love is like the sun
I once knew a girl, she was born in Kansas City
She'd grown cold because the world said she wasn't pretty
But through the articles and lies love opened up her eyes
Now she's shining bright until he comes outside
We are born to love
But we are born to hate
Its not you but its yours if you don't loose it
So I close my eyes and play
As if these strings could pray

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