Alexi Murdoch - Breathe

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Don t forget to breathe
real life is here
no 11th hour reprieve
keep your head above water, but don’t forget to breathe.

and all the suffering that you’ve witnessed
and the hand prints on the wall
they remind you how it’s endless
how endlessly you fall

and the answer that you’re seeking
for the question that you’ve found
drives you further to confusion
as you lose your sense of ground

so don’t forget to breathe
don’t forget to breathe

real life is here
no 11th hour reprieve

don’t forget to breathe..
real life is here..
no 11th hour reprieve..
keep your head above water, but don’t forget to breathe.

breathe
breathe
breathe

...
just breathe

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