This Repirator

The Flatliners

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    These four wheels feel like home to me
    Enough with living broke at home and bank robberies
    These faces I see and these fumes I breathe...
    It's proof enough this is where I want to be
    These photographs tell a story of their own
    Two fists, white knuckles on a microphone
    These highway lines, these miles and miles
    They breathe

    It's just begun and our broken backs are so cold
    These four wheels feel like home to me

    These doors close and we're chasing the sky
    This chaos brews and keeps us alive
    Why rade the world when the world is mine?
    Why give up now when all we've got is time?

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    Looking through this broken glass, these dreams invade the ceiling
    They could fall so fast but now we're knee-deep in this shit
    Oh make it last

    A lifetime of wanting and waiting and deadly persuading
    The volume's too quiet now
    These tires' tread mark a special occasion
    And my ears haven't stopped ringing out
    As these notes are bellowed they'll rip you apart
    So let these flat chords just break your heart
    And who the fuck said we were giving up?
    Cause it's just begun

    It's just begun and our broken backs are so cold
    These four wheels feel like home to me
    And I feel like I never want to go home
    We could stop the world and we could tear it apart
    These four wheels feel like home to me
    They breathe

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    Composition: The Flatliners and Chris Cresswell

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