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I look out to the fields where blood is shed upon the ground
I breathe in and breathe out,
Change the channel, mute the sound
I take a match, a cigarette, and a walk to clear my head
My stomach's reeling at the thought of all those human beings dead
I breathe in, I breathe out, then go down to do an interview About a song, three minutes long, I just need something to do Especially when my dearest friend was sent to cover Kosovo His last assignment brought a bullet and now he's gone
Feels like I'm fiddlin' while Rome is burning down
Should I lay my fiddle down, take a rifle from the ground
I need the ghost to breathe a northern gale tonight
'Cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed
I packed his books up, left the office, went to tell the wife the news She fell in shock, the baby kicked and shed a tear inside the womb I breathed in, I breathed out, soaked the ground up with my eyes It's hard to say a healing word when your tongue is paralyzed
I breathe in, I breathe out
I breathe in, I breathe out
I breathe in, I breathe out
I breathe in, I breathe out
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