Breathe de The Cult

I don't wanna be myself
yeah, baby, i just wanna run
you gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe
whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe
straight into the sun, oh
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
I shot the sun
this tear of god
i shot the sun, baby
I don't wanna be myself
well, baby, i just wanna run, oh
you gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe
whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe
straight into the sun
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
I shot the sun, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
this tear of god, this tear of god
i shot the sun, baby, oh
this tear of god
A fact of life for all to see
that every heart's a part of me
a fact of life for all to see
that every heart's a part of me
Whoa, whoa yeah, yeah, whoa yeah
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
And i shot the sun
and i shot the sun
and i shot the sun, baby
and i shot the sun, oh yeah
Breathe you bastard, breathe
fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego