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Final CallIt's the final callThe bus stopped some time ago My breath's fogging up On tempered glass windows And the skies open up When I'm on my way home Oh the pressure's enough Finding patience alone Sick of getting up And the weight of the world Love's getting tough When it feels undeserved Staring at my feet Holding up my arms Tirelessly weak Speaking out my palms Is it good for your health Making endless demands Have you lost yourself Watch it slip through your hands |