Faith, you’re driving me away
You do it everyday
You don’t mean it
But it hurts like hell
You do it everyday
You don’t mean it
But it hurts like hell
My brain says I’m recieving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung
We’re too young to fall asleep
Too cynical to speak
We are losing it
Can’t you tell?
Too cynical to speak
We are losing it
Can’t you tell?
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