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I lost my heart in Paris,  To one I hardly know,  Around a lovely terrace,  Again there I must go.  I haven't long to find it, my very life is chased,
Breathless, waiting, time ticks slowly. Nightime, sleep, awaiting a call. Morning, despair, another day to die. Tick, Tick, Tick Weak, sleeping, can't wake up. Silent, ring, the call comes in.
You are dying so I LIVE, breathe Alpha 1 antitrypsin deficiency It has a fancy name But I just call it K I L L
I have always felt sick, wounded, and worn. I have been sick since the day that I was born. My body became my own worst enemy Constantly working so hard to kill me,
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