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I've been trudging through the fog
I cannot see too clearly
The smog burns at my eyes
And it clutches at my windpipe
Tightly clutches at my windpipe
Yeah yeah
I've been trudging through this fog
I'm trudging
Breathing is a goddamn job
The only one that I can find
Living is a f**king chore
One that I do daily
Yes one that I do daily
Yeah yeah
I've been trudging
And it clutches at my windpipe
And it clutches at my windpipe
And it clutches at my windpipe
And it clutches at my windpipe
Must rise up out of clouds
There is a stomach lining
I've been trudging through this fog
There is a stomach lining
At the end of the tainted rainbow
There is nothing much worth finding
There is nothing much worth finding
Yeah yeah
And it clutches at my windpipe
And it clutches at my windpipe