Smoke

My lullaby, hung out to dry
What’s up with that, it’s over
Where are you dad, mum’s lookin’ sad
What’s up with that, it’s dark in here

Why, bleeding is breathing
You’re hiding underneath the smoke in the room
Try, bleeding is believing, I used to

My mouth is dry, forgot how to cry
What’s up with that, you’re hurting me
I’m running fast, can’t hide the past
What’s up with that, you’re pushing me

Why, bleeding is breathing
You’re hiding underneath the smoke in the room
Try, bleeding is believing, I used to
I used to

Why, bleeding is breathing
You’re hiding underneath the smoke in the room
Try, bleeding is believing
I saw you crawling on the floor
Why, bleeding is breathing
You’re hiding underneath the smoke in the room
Try, bleeding is believing
I saw you crawling on the floor
Why, bleeding is breathing
You’re hiding underneath the smoke in the room
Try, bleeding is believing
I saw you crawling on the floor

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