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Half-life of oxygen spent breathing homesick air Tearing my heart apart, yours ticks without a tear Slow down, I haven't moved at all The cold can't kill us but we won't survive the fall Slipping, falling away Hold on day to day, year to year, from here to there Poison my speaking voice with half-truths and denials Converting oxygen by living, breathing, suffering, screaming We can't, we can, we will, we will, we won't Slow down From Letras Mania