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Taylor P. Donnelly

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Breath Baby Breath By: Taylor Donnelly


Breath Baby Breath
By: Taylor Donnelly



Oh the fire the fire is burning

The thought in you are still churning

Around and around

Waiting for your feet to touch back down



I wait on this corning by Paige street

Wondering if there is a day in our future we will meet

We are fading into oblivion

We are fading so fast



Caught in the cross fire

Hoping that this will last

There is a fire that burn blue

And maybe a little gray too

There is a garden as green as you

I'll help it grow as you do

I'll help it grow as you do



There is a mountain to tall to climb

But if you ever reach the top they'll make it a crime

There is boy who will never hold my hand

But god damn it i understand



Come with me come fly away

Leave this god forsaken day

There is a fire that burn blue

And maybe a little gray too



Breath in deeply

Breath in slowly

Breath

Breath baby breath

Slow down

I feel deep and dirt I'm your I'm yours

I feel deep and dirty but your but yours

I'm yours I'm yours



There is a fire that burn blue

And a little gray too

Submitted: Saturday, November 06, 2010

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