| Someone’s always telling me to breathe
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| The wind is always whispering through the leaves
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| It sings to the world
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| They cling to the world
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| I listen and believe
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| The music stops and echoes linger on
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| The secret to the kingdom was conferred
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| I’m waiting 'til you sing me one more song
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| The messenger conveyed the ruler’s word
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| You promised the moon
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| But I need a tune
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| For notes are rarely wrong
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| We built a kingdom out of lies
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| And then we blindly fanned the fires
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| We warmed our hands with glowing coals
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| But now they rain down from the skies
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| Rising volume muffles moans
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| Thoughts conveyed in undertones
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| We built a kingdom out of lies
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| The moonlight dances softly on the leaves
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| A message in the pattern that it weaves
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| It urges me now
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| It’s pleading somehow
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| Telling me to breathe
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| We built a kingdom out of lies
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| And then we blindly fanned the fires
|
| We warmed our hands with glowing coals
|
| But now they rain down from the skies
|
| Rising volume muffles moans
|
| Thoughts conveyed in undertones
|
| We built a kingdom out of lies
|
| The moonlight dances softly on the leaves
|
| A message in the pattern that it weaves
|
| It urges me now
|
| It’s pleading somehow
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| Telling me to breathe
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| Breathe
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| Breathe
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| Breathe
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| Breathe
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| Breathe
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| Breathe
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| Breathe
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| Breathe |