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For the first time;
Since the day I died;
I can see.
I can breathe again.
The sad stranger behind my eyes;
Watches as people stomp my life;
And I believe;
I can breathe again.

For the last time;
I put my head down as I cry;
And I can see.
I am free again.
The love I had for myselfs cold.
I lost my angels years ago;
But I believe;
I am free again.