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This Brooklyn air seems thin and tortured by diseaseLet's catch a ride outside disgraceYou name the reasons, it feels so rightRather feel the seasons with a different lightLet's lift our glass to MilkfootShe's the one who brought us hereMaking life a carnival againShe carries us through turmoilShe carries us through HellTo the heart of the blackened region where we fellI packed up all your greensI know that you're awakeWe don't have to stay here anymoreIt's no mystical catastropheAnother bitch has got a hold of meAnother reason to stay homeSo raise your glass to MilkfootShe's the one who brought us hereMaking life a carnival againShe carries us through turmoilShe carries us through HellTo the heart of the blackened region where we fell From Letras Mania