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NO AIR

tell me how I'm supposed to breath with no air

If I should die before I wake
it's cause you took my breath away
losing you is like living in a world with no air

I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave
my heart won't move it's incomplete
If there was a way to make you understand

How do you expect me to live alone with just me
cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breath

Tell me how I am supposed to breath with no air
can't live, can't breath with no air
It's how I feel whenever you aint there
there's no air

Got me out here in the water so deep
tell me how you gonna be without me
If you aint here I just can't breath

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