With silver spoons,
I can get use to this feeling
I want to keep holding you
Because this is a feeling a never want to let go of
So how do we maintain our lungs functions
When we speed up our breathing, slow down our speaking
And refrain from thinking?
The whole world knows me better than they say they do,
With the sounds of wedding bells, I cannot hear you when you pull me down,
This will be the life of me
With silver spoons
We are born again
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