Album: The Goodbye Girl

One last cigarette
One last fading dream
One set of tracks into the sea,
footsteps off the balcony
And preacher I believe
in your shock therapy
I once was blind but now I see,
everything so clearly

And I'm breathing through my soul,
and I'm breathing through it all
I'm breathing through my soul

The firing squad will let you rest you head,
pucker up honey, any last requests?
I'll be breathing through my soul
Fuck it up, the romance ain't dead,
pucker up honey any last requests?
I'll be breathing through my soul

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