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Dehiscent my lungs, and widen my heart.
Tonight is the night, we will make a fresh start.
Open my lungs and breath in the forgiveness and love.
Haunting me now reminders of how I used to be.
And on the road, my troubes will be sure to follow.
My eyes will deny the truth, my heart will bleed.
My lungs will suffocate in their time of need.
Once my emotions run out and show sorrow.
Tonight is the night, not to forgive or to fight.
It is to turn on the light and welcome the day of tommorow.
Guilt and pain, burdens my throat.
That's just a bugger, allow me to swallow.