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 pushing a ribcage

makes it hard to breathe

 and yet we hold our sweaty hands

year after year

 some new year

 without music in our head

newspaper tenement coming up dead

 so my parachute is hanging around

 i guess i bust it on the ground

nothing helps me fall

nothing helps me float

today i want to walk away

 pushing a ribcage

 makes it hard to breathe

 and yet we whisper in the dark

year after year

 some new year

 without newness in our head

newspaper tenement coming up dead

  : ?

 so my parachute is hanging around

 i guess i bust it on the ground

nothing helps me fall

nothing helps me float

today i want to walk away

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