No Parachutes

[00:10.08] Pushing a ribcage
[00:15.15] Makes it hard to breathe
[00:21.83] And yet we hold our sweaty hands
[00:25.33] Year after year
[00:30.58] Some new year
[00:36.25] Without music in our head
[00:41.85] Newspaper tenement coming up dead
[00:53.97] So my paracute is hanging around
[01:02.42] I guess I bust it on the ground
[01:06.51] Nothing helps me fall
[01:11.32] Nothing helps me float
[01:17.75] Today I want to walk away
[01:44.06] Pushing a ribcage
[01:48.92] Makes it hard to breathe
[01:55.72] And yet we whisper in the dark
[01:59.43] Year after year
[02:05.11] Some new year
[02:10.47] Without newness in our head
[02:15.92] Newspaper tenement coming up dead
[02:28.13] So my paracute is hanging around
[02:36.63] I guess I bust it on the ground
[02:40.38] Nothing helps me fall
[02:45.35] Nothing helps me float
[02:52.99] Today I want to walk away
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