These are Odd Times to Be Alive

Give me a reason to believe Iím not the only one who sees the way I see
Iím not one of those who dream
If my hand trembles, does it mean that I am weak?

Please can you teach me how to breathe?
let the angels caress me
swallow my sensibility
Ďcause Iím not strong enough to see
cover my ears and say my sins
hope that someone will let me in
let me in

These are odd times to be alive
These are odd times to be alive
I canít seem to find my reason or rhyme
to know what it takes to survive
These are odd times to be alive



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