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Breath,
Just over my shoulder
I hear heels click
But I’m wearing slippers on the pavement
I light up a smoke, like I don’t know
Empty pockets,
Just wanted to clear my head
Is this what happens when you just don’t have a friend?
Trust ex nihilo in a city full of masks
I turn and jump
But no one’s there
Running out of time
Running for my life
For my life
Turn and try to hide
But their eyes are in the sky
In the sky
I live in a home that’s made of gold,
But the man will never know
Never know
Face down in a pool of blood and sweat
On the black, dirty cement
Running out of time
Running for my life
For my life
Turn and try to hide
But their eyes are in the sky
In the sky
I live in a home that’s made of gold,
But the man will never know
Never know
Face down in a pool of blood and sweat
On the black, dirty cement
On the cement
Running out of time,
Running for my life,
For my life
Turn and try to hide,
But their eyes are in the sky