Breathe Lyrics - 1996

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She was the golden summer wine
And now she
He took advantage like the spider, helpless
One too many times

You had to go ahead and sing
You had to steal that diamond ring
Upon the headstone so inscribed, they cried
One too many times

We are so human, we
We
A second helping third and fourth, it
One too many times
One too many times