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- Composer:
- Matthew Preston Slocum
 
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Six Pence None The Richer - Paralyzed lyrics
I look out to the fields where blood is shed upon the ground
 I breathe in, 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, breathe out and go 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 is gone, he's gone
 Feels like I'm fiddling 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 paralyzedSix Pence None The Richer - Paralyzed - http://motolyrics.com/six-pence-none-the-richer/paralyzed-lyrics.html
 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
 Feels like I'm fiddling 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 breathe in, I breathe out
 I breathe in, I breathe out
 I breathe in, I breathe out









