The air quality suggests
That i'll be breathing less and less
The closer we get to summer
And i'll suffer reductions
In my gas exchange production
The longer that i live here
That i'll be breathing less and less
The closer we get to summer
And i'll suffer reductions
In my gas exchange production
The longer that i live here
And what are we giving up?
What are we leaving behind?
You smile and say "i dont care,
It's your problem not mine"
The air quality suggests
That the humid air has made a mess
Of whats left of my insides
It's not as warm as it feels outside
As i'm pulling down the uv index
But my hands are losing grip
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