Point me to the front door
Give me til the count of three
It's too crowded in my mind
What if they notice the air I breathe
What if they take it from me
Standing in the silence of headlights
My antlers won't help me rise
Not afraid of lightning bolts
Not afraid of a rising pulse
Not quivering in the night
What if they notice the air I breathe
What if they take it from me
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