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I can taste the air and it's obnoxious to my tongue Where's the summer that I once knew? I want to feel like a new pair of shoes unscathed and not broken in Because every day there is a new sun arising I hate every fucking morning I feel so robotic My mechanics are flawed Don't you know I want to feel like a satellite and search the world with you? You can try and shoot me down Give it your best shot; I want your best shot I am lost and I need some guidance Come share the sky with me From Letras Mania