One last cigarette
One last fading dream
One set of tracks into the sea
Footsteps off the balcony
And preacher I believe
In your shock therapy
I once was blind but now I see
Everything so clearly
And I`m breathing through my soul
And I`m breathing through it all
And I`m breathing through my soul
The firing squad will let you rest you head
Pucker up honey, any last requests?
I`ll be breathing through my soul
Fuck it up, the romance ain’t dead
Pucker up honey any last requests?
I`ll be breathing through my soul
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