| I wouldn’t compliment myself for what I’ve become
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| Tell her I owe it to her
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| Tell her I owe it to her
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| I wouldn’t praise myself for every good thing I’ve done
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| Tell her I owe it to her
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| Tell her I owe it to her
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| Tell her I owe it to — every heartbeat
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| Tell her I owe it to — every exhale
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| Tell her I owe it to, owe it to her — hands upon my chest
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| Oh, won’t you breathe life into these dead lungs I keep under my coat
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| And keep life warm against the cold night as our bodies grow old
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| I know when to give up and I know when to breathe
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| Believe me, I owe it to her
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| Tell her I owe it to her
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| Tell her I owe it to — every heartbeat
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| Tell her I owe it to — every inhale
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| Tell her I owe it to, owe it to her — hands upon my chest
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| Oh, won’t you breathe life into these dead lungs I keep under my coat
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| And keep life warm against the cold night as our bodies grow old
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| Oh, won’t you breathe life into these dead lungs I keep under my coat
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| And keep life warm against the cold night as our bodies grow old
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| Take my silence as a warning
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| I will not deter your mourning
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| Oh, won’t you breathe life into these dead lungs I keep under my coat
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| And keep life warm against the cold night as our bodies grow old
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| Oh, won’t you breathe life into these dead lungs I keep under my coat
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| And keep life warm against the cold night as our bodies grow old |