I canīt breathe anymore
Why that is Iīm not sure
Iīve got my feet on the ground
In fact Iīm flat on the floor
My direction is lost
I should pause to take stock
Itīs a new one on me
To even dream that youīre free
Itīs a tale without an end
But the end is there for all to see
And if the end werenīt so real
Coming around and īround again on me
I guess itīs all about my pride
I want to be there if it kills
But with or without God on my side
I know that I really will
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