Stir some wind
so you can breathe it in
the dust and debris
of an unused heart
you know fate will take you down
a painful way, you can't avoid
I'm no prophet, but anyone can see
you're lying when you're talking to me
the things you pretend not to be
will kill you eventually
Stir some wind
so you can breathe it in
the dust and debris
of an unused heart
like the better parts of a book
I read you over and over again
Stir some wind
not a sin if you never
miss the mark
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