Oh, I can’t see
All I’m thinkin’ ’bout is the strong breeze
You got the knife in my back, it’s disease
And the airs getting cold on the streets
I know you don’t like that
You’re crushing my heart at
Oh, you’re lost at sea, oh
You never cared about the way I feel
And if I leave, I guess it’s not a big deal
I told you put the effort, hope you see it’s all real
My parents never told me that they wanted me still
I told them I don’t wanna hear ever not real
Oh, I can’t see
All I’m thinkin’ ’bout is the strong breeze
You got the knife in my back, it’s disease
And the airs getting cold on the streets
I don’t wanna be here anymore
Take me far, so far away from all the people at my door
Writing letters till I drop dead on the bloody floor
I’ll never send them all away they’ll be right here, I’ll write some more
But you won’t ever see me again
Crushing all the pathways so we can’t meet again
Drop my phone in the water, leave it there I’m gone for sure
I lost all my connections being awful, let me go
Oh, I can’t see
All I’m thinkin’ ’bout is the strong breeze
You got the knife in my back, it’s disease
And the airs getting cold on the streets
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NAVYXOWER Lyrics – The airs getting cold on the streets.