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  1. Breathe

From the recording Driver

Lyrics

Look at you in your ripped-up jeans
Your wife beater and your nicotine
You thought of nearly everything
To be the man that you believe
 
Black boots and slicked-back hair
A young rebel too cool to care
In war and words everything’s fair
And you wear it on your sleeve
 
Everything about you is so matter of fact
So serious you’re a heart attack
Always moving forward never looking back
Cause you can’t comprehend
What’s coming next
What’s coming next
 
Storing up your dreams in a gasoline can
Trying to set the world on fire again
Every single night is your last stand
And you can’t even bear to breathe
 
Hey there Mister Gloom and Doom
Getting high in the afternoon
And X-rated in the green room
With a girl you hardly know
 
You think that you’re the next Van Zandt
All the girls really love your band
But the men think you’re just a pissant
Even after they’ve seen the show
 
And maybe you believe ‘em and maybe you don’t
Only time will tell if you will or you won’t
You feel something stirring in your blood and your bones
But you can’t comprehend
What’s coming next
What’s coming next
 
Storing up your dreams in a gasoline can
Trying to set the world on fire again
Every single night is your last stand
And you can’t even bear to breathe
 
It’s so easy to be you
There ain’t a damn thing else that you can do
 
Storing up your dreams in a gasoline can
Trying to set the world on fire again
Every single night is your last stand
And you can’t even bear to breathe
 
No you can’t even bear to breathe