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Jack Garratt
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Digby Lovatt
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Maria-Christina Hizon
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COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jack Garrat
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Jack Garratt
Producción
Letra
I wouldn't compliment myself for what I've become
Tell her I owe it to her
Tell her I owe it to her
I wouldn't praise myself for every good thing I've done
Tell her I owe it to her
Tell her I owe it to her
Tell her I owe it to every heartbeat
Tell her I owe it to every exhale
Tell her I owe it to, owe it to her
Hands upon my chest
Oh, won't you breathe life into these dead lungs I keep under my coat?
And keep life warm against the cold night as our bodies grow old?
I know when to give up and I know when to breathe
Believe me, I owe it to her
Tell her I owe it to her
Tell her I owe it to every heartbeat
Tell her I owe it to every inhale
Tell her I owe it to, owe it to her
Hands upon my chest
Oh, won't you breathe life into these dead lungs I keep under my coat?
And keep life warm against the cold night as our bodies grow old?
Oh, won't you breathe life into these dead lungs I keep under my coat?
And keep life warm against the cold night as our bodies grow old?
Take my silence as a warning
I will not deter your mourning
Take my silence as a warning
I will not deter your mourning
Oh, won't you breathe life into these dead lungs I keep under my coat?
And keep life warm against the cold night as our bodies grow old?
Oh, won't you breathe life into these dead lungs I keep under my coat?
And keep life warm against the cold night as our bodies grow old?
(Won't you breathe life into these dead lungs I keep under my coat?
(And keep life warm against the cold night as our bodies grow old?
Written by: Jack Garrat
