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Each step he brings me closer in, I learn not to want to leave the safe warmth of his arms |
| He sells me chances to win on lottery tomorrows and promises built on wishing Do I dare debate to buy his prescription remedy a drug cabinet paradise Already over my head he sells the hours he borrows but I want days and weeks instead I walk the paths of long gone The bench feels much too empty when it isn't where I belong Close-circled in arms of safe he leads and I will follow a freeborn girl, turned his slave He sells chances to win on lottery tomorrows and so I close my eyes and spin My Fresh Air You are become my refuge You steal my heart at each step and I no longer refuse your solaced draught of kind breath I promised you I'd be here when you thought I might leave you Though it has me shake in fear I must trust this love we brew I inhale deeply of you a fulfilling new aware and I'm so glad that I drew a deep breath of My Fresh Air |