Raphael Gualazzi - A Three Second Breath Lyrics
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A Three Second Breath
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What Are The Lyrics For A Three Second Breath By Raphael Gualazzi?
Sometimes I see
There's nothin' good for me In a world with a big indifference Inside Sometimes I cry and I ask myself why Everything is changing 'Cause of our mistakes And there's Too much bread in our bags Too much blood, baby, in our legs Too much greed in our life A child is dead Tell me why Too much death in our fears Too much hunger, baby, in our tears Too much gold in our teeth You might only live a second Live Sometimes I've heard That burnin' flight of a bird Hangin' all around Feelin' sorry for himself just Like a blessed killin' child Sometimes I cry And I ask my god why Everyone could not sing, and drink, and make love Together all the time And there's Too much bread in our bags Too much blood, baby, in our legs Too much greed in our life A child is dead Tell me why Every time I would just like to hold your hand Every time I would just like to sing a song for you baby Every time, darling, please hold my hand now But tell me why on the other side A thousand children die And there's Too much bread in our bags Too much blood, baby, in our legs Too much greed in our life A child is dead Tell me why |
Who Wrote A Three Second Breath By Raphael Gualazzi?
Raffaele Gualazzi
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What's The Duration Of The A Three Second Breath By Raphael Gualazzi?The duration of A Three Second Breath is 3:36 minutes and seconds. |
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