Yellowcard - Breathing Lyrics
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Breathing
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What Are The Lyrics For Breathing By Yellowcard?
Eyes are feeling heavy
But they never seem to close The fan blades on the ceiling spin But the air is never cold And even though you're next to me I still feel so alone I just can't give you anything For you to call your own And I can feel you breathing And it's keeping me awake Can you feel it beating? My heart sinking like a wave Something I've been keeping locked away Behind my lips I can feel it breaking free With each and every kiss I couldn't bear to hurt you But it's all so different now Things that I was sure of then Now filled me up with doubt And I can feel you breathing And it's keeping me awake Can you feel it beating? My heart sinking like a wave I can feel you breathing It's keeping me awake Could you stop my heart? It's always beating Sinking like a wave How am I suppose to feel about the things I've done I don't know if I should stay or turn around and run I know that I hurt you Things will never be the same The only love I ever knew I threw it all away And I can feel you breathing And it's keeping me awake Can you feel it beating? My heart sinking like a wave I can feel you breathing It's keeping me awake Could you stop my heart? It's always breathing Sinking like a wave |
Who Wrote Breathing By Yellowcard?
Benjamin Eric Harper, Longineu Warren Iii Parsons, Peter Michael Mosely, Sean Michael Wellman-mackin, William Ryan Key
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What's The Duration Of The Breathing By Yellowcard?The duration of Breathing is 3:38 minutes and seconds. |
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