Oscar Lang - Final Call
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It's the final call
The bus stopped some time ago
My breath's foggin' up
On tempered glass windows
And the skies open up
When I'm on my way home
Oh, the pressure's enough
Finding patience alone
Sick of getting up
And the weight of the world
Love's getting tough
When it feels undeserved
Staring at my feet
Holding up my arms
Tirelessly weak
Speakin' out my palms

Is it good for your health
Makin' endless demands?
Have you lost yourself
Watch it slip through your hands?