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My head on your chest
I hear your Lungs beating
I feel your Heart breathing.

I'm taking the sharpest turn on the Streets
Being pushed sideways off my seat.

These Lungs of rust are choking
Choking under this weight of the Bass.

The Thunder is giving me advice
"It's cold outside. Put a coat on."

Your Arms are warm and heavy
Eyelashes are pointing
Pointing down.

There's a Hand, a Prayer,
shoes on the ground, a Voice, and a
Promise.
"Don't ever disappear."