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Breathing in, we'll all make it in the endThis infection could be catastrophic to our well beingOur very existence is but a vapor, dissipatingA stranger walking down the streetDressed in black, calls to meAnd a widow sings a tone-deaf melodyLooking through this stained glass windowI can't see the other sideMy eyes are blind from the lightA stranger walking down the streetDressed in black, calls to meAn angel bearing severed wingsScreams, "Come back, follow me."And a widow sings a tone-deaf melodyThis injection through my moldTears my life back into the foldRelease my soulThe outcome dares, my heart skips a beatWe'll all make it in the endA stranger walking down the streetDressed in black, calls to meAn angel bearing severed wingsScreams, "Come back, follow me."And a widow sings a brand new melody From Letras Mania