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Into a new place, pulling myself back |
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Tasting smoke and blood and burning in my lungs |
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I'm lying on my left side, I don't know if I can move |
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But I can hear myself breathing, I can hear myself breathing |
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Then into a new place - this is where I die |
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And all the noise is gone and there is only calm |
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Deep beneath the city waiting for the fire |
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Any second now |
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But the fireball never comes and so we turn back to ourselves |
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I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing |
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In the pitch black tunnels with all the weight above |
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I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing |
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Then into a new place shouting men with torches and tools |
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Stumbling from the wreckage in a starlight of shattered glass |
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The wounded and the shell-shocked, the blackened and the burned |
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I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing |
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Climbing ever upwards like the rising of the dead |
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I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing |
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I can hear myself breathing, I can hear myself breathing |
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I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing |