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I'm used to being scared, from time to time
Used to redefining, my way of life
'Cause nothing really stays the same
Nothing ever will

But lately I have come, to realize
That voice inside my head, belongs to me
Now everything is pros, and cons
Ignorance is gone

I'm clinging to my time…

There's something in the air, I breathe tonight
Everything gets stock, in black and white
Everything is ups, and downs
Every single thing

(Chorus 1)
Back in the days, when we were Gods
And we took everything for granted - for granted
And we were wild, and we were young
We bent the rules, and took our chances - our chances

But I'm not really close, to giving in
I'm fighting every pound, and every inch
Losing every day I live
Every single day

But I don't wanna feel, the way I do
I don't wanna say, the things I do
I just wanna stay right here
Blinded but sincere

(Chorus 2)
These are the days, when we are Gods
And we take everything for granted - for granted
And we are wild, and we are young
We fuck the rules, and take our chances - our chances

There’s something in the air…
There’s something in the air…
I'm used to being scared, from time to time   Used to redefining, my way of life   'Cause nothing really stays the same   Nothing ever will      But lately I have come, to realize   That voice inside my head, belongs to me   Now everything is pros, and cons   Ignorance is gone      I'm clinging to my time…      There's something in the air, I breathe tonight   Everything gets stock, in black and white   Everything is ups, and downs   Every single thing      (Chorus 1)   Back in the days, when we were Gods   And we took everything for granted - for granted   And we were wild, and we were young   We bent the rules, and took our chances - our chances      But I'm not really close, to giving in   I'm fighting every pound, and every inch   Losing every day I live   Every single day      But I don't wanna feel, the way I do   I don't wanna say, the things I do   I just wanna stay right here   Blinded but sincere      (Chorus 2)   These are the days, when we are Gods   And we take everything for granted - for granted   And we are wild, and we are young   We fuck the rules, and take our chances - our chances      There’s something in the air…   There’s something in the air…