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ЁЯдЦ M├║sica composta e produzida por Intelig├кncia Artificial (Dexbom AI).

[Verse] (Male) Stuck between the floors, the metal box wonтАЩt rise, Sweat drips down slow, under these concrete skies. Buttons lit in silence, echoes fill the air, Fifth-floor waiting, but the heatтАЩs too much to bear. (Female) Pressed my palm to the cold steel, no mercy in this ride, Broken wires humming tales of dreams denied. Breathing in the thick, the kind of heavy sigh, WeтАЩre trapped and aching, with no fan to cool the sky. [Pre-Chorus] (Male & Female) Minutes drag like lifetimes, trapped inside this cage, Whispers turn to anthems, this heatтАЩs the only stage. [Chorus] (Both) WeтАЩre climbing invisible stairs, sweating out our fears, Fifth floorтАЩs just a number, but itтАЩs heavy on our tears. No breeze to find, no sweet escape, Just this broken elevator, and a slow heartache. [Verse] (Female) Every shudder shakes the silence, wires frayed like broken trust, Fingers tracing faded numbers, dreams turned into dust. Outside the walls are burning, but inside feels the same, No air to breathe between us, only tension and pain. (Male) Watch the ceiling light flicker, timeтАЩs a cruel slow friend, Fifth floorтАЩs waiting somewhere, but will this nightmare end? From the shadowed corner, a voice tries to stay strong, Two souls trapped in the heatwave, where they donтАЩt belong. [Pre-Chorus] (Male & Female) Minutes drag like lifetimes, trapped inside this cage, Whispers turn to anthems, this heatтАЩs the only stage. [Chorus] (Both) WeтАЩre climbing invisible stairs, sweating out our fears, Fifth floorтАЩs just a number, but itтАЩs heavy on our tears. No breeze to find, no sweet escape, Just this broken elevator, and a slow heartache. [Bridge] (Female) Hold on, through the fire, through the flood and flame, Every broken momentтАЩs just a part of the game. (Male) Silent prayers in the dark, hoping someone hears, WeтАЩre more than this metal cage, more than sweat and tears. [Chorus] (Both) WeтАЩre climbing invisible stairs, sweating out our fears, Fifth floorтАЩs just a number, but itтАЩs heavy on our tears. No breeze to find, no sweet escape, Just this broken elevator, and a slow heartache. [Outro] (Male & Female, fading) Broken ride, no AC, but still we survive, Fifth floorтАЩs just a moment, but weтАЩre still alive.

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