I fill my mouth up with air, honey in the hairrI fill my life up with time, asleep in the vine, whiskey and winerWho makes the wind blow, I don't care, my eyes roll back in my headrI'm just walking in circles I see the lines in chalk on the groundrOne day this will all come downrSomeday this will all come crashing right downrSo go on with your life we will bring you downr
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