(Hetfield Ulrich)
Don't you leave me, Father Time
Take me with you
Tell me, does your sun still shine?
Come squeeze the world and drip it down my throat again
Down my throat again
You got to breathe, man, breathe
Coming up for air
Breathe, man, breathe
Coming up for air
Touch me so I think I'm here
Skin my senses
Barely breathing, minus human
Just squeeze the world and drip it down my throat again
Down my throat again
You got to breathe, man, breathe
Coming up for air
Breathe, man, breathe
Coming up for air
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