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• Artiste: O'Brother
• Titre: Last Breath
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Lingering in your garden here our tired hands are bound To toiling without pleasure in this murky earth we found Distance is at fault here and its slowly gaining ground So stay here at my table till proximity is sound Keep it in, keep your last breathe, make it worthwhile I was looking for something, when I was pulling my skin off So if god is an acronym, some giver of damnation Then why even bother with the concept of man Ideals have run wild, escaped from our heads And with the chosen so few should it warrant attempt? And what if my fear is all that I am? A poison to ease what small conscience I have left But soon we'll find we lived and died with the world in our hands You left all your children out You left all your children fending for our precious lives I am the fortunate one, left with the blood in my skin You are the only thing I hope is real in a dark world I am the fortunate one, left with the blood in my limbs You are the only thing I hope is real in a dark world