Heavy Breath
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The walls of our house are thinner than paper,
The roof is a vapor that hangs in the air.
And our wedding bed is made from the same stuff
Our bodies are made of.
If no heavy breath blew up these lungs while dirt and wet spit
hung, a ghost in the air.
Well we're still here.
While kids and their friends make war by the fire,
Their old men retire to drink and do drugs.
We long for the truth, we argue about it.
But most of us doubt it can ever be found.
Is a ship without a captain just as doomed as a ship without a crew?
Cause of all my friends who try to tell the truth, there are still a faithful few
Who insist they won't know what to do...
If no heavy breath blew up these lungs while dirt and wet spit
hung, a ghost in the air. Well we're still here.
Well we're still here.
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