Breathe

Will Champlin

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When you're facing
The end of your days
What of your life
Would you have changed

I know, brother
You've seen the rain
Wish I could sing you
Your pain away

Cause it don't matter
Where you've been
What you've done
It ain't the end

Oh when the saints come marching in
Down the streets
The streets of sin
Singin' "ooooh"
"Oooh"

So use my lungs and breathe
And take these eyes and see
That you're not alone
And I'm begging you please
To use my lungs and breathe

Tomorrow's uncertain
But your debts are paid
So trade in your burdens
That stand in your way

While all the sad songs
Are getting known
His hope for you
To ease your soul

And when the saints come marching in
Oh, down the streets
The streets of sin
Singin' "ooooh"
"Oooh"

So use my lungs and breathe
And take these eyes and see
That you're not alone
And I'm begging you please
To use my lungs and breathe

Ooooh oooh

And breathe

Mhmmm

Ooooh oooh

Oh, breathe