The Cure For Pneumothorax Songtext

Kiran Leonard

von Derevaun Seraun

The Cure For Pneumothorax Songtext
He was a vendor by day
With a stall in the city
He lived in Babylon
On a ridge an unlumbered house
One night he showed up at a bar
He was alone, disheveled
He enjoyed it
He drank, danced and later
He was to witness life
From faulty tongues
A certain voice
He must have notes from the paper
I want meet the vendor's fate
Tear ears up

I was a sleeper
Laid out flat
You ?
Without past of grandparents
A void I strained to hear

[? again]
Stay
[? again]
Stay

As I watch my sister die
Angel appeared at my side
Got up
Got a sleeping vein
Took a ride on a steam train
Did I see you there
Heaven's mixed
With the ground below
A collapsed lung dance the tango
What are you doing love
I have no answers
They're all for you
Tonight's so quiet
It makes my chest go weak
The present stops
For the past to speak
I see you there
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