The clouds are rollin' in
I hope they're swimming
Where's the clearing?
They're calling loud
But he's not hearing
It's seems to me I'm always miles away
We're mouth to mouth
There's nothing left
And I'm just looking
It's all just cinder
That seems to me we're always miles apart
Trying to find another place to start
We're mouth to mouth
There's nothing left
They were having drinks together
I found a little boy in the grocery
Happy ending's all around
We're mouth to mouth
There's nothing left
There's nothing left inside me
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