Atmosphere - The Shit That We've Been Through
Seven in morning, locked the door Put the keys in my bag, next to my passport Feels like I'm headed towards war Trying to pretend that I remember what we're fighting for You're upstairs, passed out asleep While I'm on the front step staring at the street Patiently wait for my Taxi, come save me and take me away from reality The car pulled up at dawn, I
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