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Always. Always, always, always, we breathe in sighs and breaths of desperation. Something always seems to make its way in. and I end up looking paranoid, I call 'em out, you can call 'em out, see if they listen. They never do. Something always seems to make its way in, bad case of day dreams. I do not mind, I will pick from the tree of life all day, everyday, I just need to take a breath and realize that I have got a very big problem, chapped lips unhinge, I'm losin' my friends, I need a break from living older (Thanks to chad for these lyrics) From Letras Mania