Breathe
par Rick Astley
lyricscopy.com
Paper Towers Of Vogue And Vanity Fair
They Are Still Standing
And The Spaces In The Bathroom Are Incredibly Bare
And It´s Better This Way
And I Don´t Miss The Sunrise On The Colours Of Your Hair
And I Don´t Mind The Mornings No Not Much Any More No Not
Much Any More
And It Hurts To Breathe, When Your Perfume´s Everywhere
And It Hurts To Breathe, When The Memories Are Hanging In The Air
There Will Be Dust On The Spice Rack In No Time At All
Tell Me, Who´s Around To Notice
And I Won´t Run From The Shower Whenever You Call
And It´s Better This Way
And I Won´t Miss The Starlight And The Clothes You Used To Wear
And I Don´t Mind The Moonlight No Not Much Anymore No Not
Much Anymore
And It Hurts To Breathe, When Your Perfume´s Everywhere
And It Hurts To Breathe, When The Memories Are Hanging In The Air
And You Know I Can Handle It, I Can Handle It, I´m Getting Out More
And You Know I´m Over It, I´m So Over It, Until I Close The Door
And It Hurts To Breathe, When Your Perfume´s Everywhere
And It Hurts To Breathe, When The Memories Are Hanging In The Air
They Are Still Standing
And The Spaces In The Bathroom Are Incredibly Bare
And It´s Better This Way
And I Don´t Miss The Sunrise On The Colours Of Your Hair
And I Don´t Mind The Mornings No Not Much Any More No Not
Much Any More
And It Hurts To Breathe, When Your Perfume´s Everywhere
And It Hurts To Breathe, When The Memories Are Hanging In The Air
There Will Be Dust On The Spice Rack In No Time At All
Tell Me, Who´s Around To Notice
And I Won´t Run From The Shower Whenever You Call
And It´s Better This Way
And I Won´t Miss The Starlight And The Clothes You Used To Wear
And I Don´t Mind The Moonlight No Not Much Anymore No Not
Much Anymore
And It Hurts To Breathe, When Your Perfume´s Everywhere
And It Hurts To Breathe, When The Memories Are Hanging In The Air
And You Know I Can Handle It, I Can Handle It, I´m Getting Out More
And You Know I´m Over It, I´m So Over It, Until I Close The Door
And It Hurts To Breathe, When Your Perfume´s Everywhere
And It Hurts To Breathe, When The Memories Are Hanging In The Air