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I CAN'T BREATHE

Let me go,  I can’t breathe

Got to have a space of my own,

got to be free

I hear voices ringing in my head

It’s these times that I mostly dread

 

Days go by and everything is fine

I find joy and pleasure in my mind

People entertain me in different ways

A sense of excitement fills the days

 

The ease of existence is a puzzle to solve

Many ways have been designed to resolve

The tensions that rise up in the fog

And leaves your mind in a bog

 

Crisis from yesteryear begin to scream

It feels like an endless dream

Voices from our father and mother

Wailing social cries from the faces of others

 

These chains surface and cause confusion

Break these chains or you will lose us

Listen to the voice of the quiet little man

He knows how; just take him by the hand

 

Let me go I can’t breathe

Got to have a space of my own,

got to be free

I hear voices ringing in my head

It’s these times that I mostly dread

THE LYRICS

  COWBOYS
Lafayette, LA  10pm 

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