LYRIC

Laying on the curb
That drops off about a mile
Your heart still beats
But real slow

The throat starts to shrink
Every sense is leaving
And it never crosses your mind
To close your eyes

You lay down and try to rest
Try to breathe deep with that foot on your chest

An old light threatens through the blinds

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