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I Am the Atlantic
The background music thinsLeaving only the stringsThe audience falls silent to listen to her sleepingWe whisper through phone linesThat choke the life out of me sometimesI can barely breathThe elegance of black and white photographyIs set off by a set of eyes so blue it's blindingThe medic says, he's drowningThe doctor says, we've got a heartbeatAnd my mother saysJust rest, sweetie, your lungs are too shallow to breathAll I've got left is to pull at these heart-stringsUntil I strike a chord that'll make you come back to meWe hate the way we are sometimesHer hair's still caught in power-linesAnd there's no light left in my eyes
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