Johannacity - Chin Up | Текст песни

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• Chin Up

I could be imagining it but it seems like
everyone is
unhappy.

Busy, I suppose – stumbling through all
Twenty-four hours with their lips turned down, eyes
blurred by digital clocks, hearts that beat in

Tick … tock … methodical. Tedious. Non-stop.

I could be imagining it.
Might just be my familiar affinity kicking in but I
Feel so sorry for them

'Cause where a
Million raindrops explode onto pavement,
Quenching thirst and draining clouds of
Faucets of tears, they see
Puddles.

Poor, poor, poor, poor kids.

I wish I could wrap them all up in beach towels and
Pages upon pages of books, kiss their
Foreheads with mountains and paint meadows onto their skulls
I wish I could shine
Headlights into their eyes so they open them wide as
Moons … and see

I wish I could let them breathe the air that sets fire to lungs at daybreak
let them breathe the air that sets fire to lungs at daybreak

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