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burnouts - meditations كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in

[verse _ chedda]
lazy on the weekends, yeah, when i don’t have to sleep
maybe missed your window, bit of busy bee this week
everyday and every night and every time i think about ya
i burrow in the papers, then forget i’m thinking bout ya
remember all the days i couldn’t be without ya
december, march, & april, didn’t miss a dream about ya
remember all the games, sitting in the bleachers, shouting
every time they called your name, i promise you astonish
i promise that you shine, bring that twinkle to my eye
i promise you, you’re fine, i promise you, you’re fine
i promise that you shine, bring that twinkle to my eye
i promise you, you’re fine, i’m speaking ‘bout the wine
oh you’re sneaking out the back, got me peeping
oh you’re leaving out the facts, got me beeping
oh you’re teaching me the math, number’s sum ain’t adding up
oh you’re preaching to the choir, cumbersome ain’t had enough
[bridge]
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in, breathe out

[verse _ bud]
caught you creeping on linkedin, maybe we should link up
overthinking, reminiscing, couldn’t help but lose touch
maybe what we had just didn’t mean much
i still love you to this day, talking bad just ain’t my game
holding grudges, letting go for change
missing mamba 5, i miss that message in your eyes
the way you said i love you with goodbye
sorry couldn’t be the guy picking you up, the man from your notes
you told me not to worry, no surprise how things ended up
explosion erupt, overfilling my cup
blood from the palms on the record i cut
straight from the mind of corrupt, on the cusp of something great
if you’ll listen, let me tell you what i hate
and what i love, and you can tell me if it’s ever been enough
patience growing thin, times are growing tough
victims of the l_st, too late to call someone’s bluffs

[guitar solo]
[outro]
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in, breathe out

- burnouts

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