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Would it kill you to breathe easy?
Only 17 miles lay between you and me.
I could make it if I had to.
I don't break easily.
You got my counsel, thick as thieves.
If there's a crime, we'll keep it secret,
For there's only trace amounts left in your blood.
You may be a sinner,
But you may be justified.

Just keep your mouth shut.
Keep your guard up.
I swear I'll make it right.

Will it kill me to breathe?
Not as easy as you think it is.
Between you and me,
I could fake it if I have to.
I don't break easily.
I need your counsel, thick as thieves.
I have no crime to keep a secret.
It was hers, it was not mine.
Well I may be a sinner,
But it wasn't me this time.

Just keep your mouth shut.
Keep your guard up.
I swear I'll make it right.

Well, listen to yourself,
There is a hemorrhage in your mouth.
It won't stop bleeding.
Well, you may be the trigger.
I will hold the smoking gun.
You'll get away clean,
I'll keep your secrets 'til the grave has swallowed me.
And I will never tell a tortured soul there burning by my side,
That I am a sinner.
I am a savior.
I am a lie.

So keep your mouth shut.
Keep your guard up.
I swear I'll make it right.
Would it kill you to breathe easy?   Only 17 miles lay between you and me.   I could make it if I had to.   I don't break easily.   You got my counsel, thick as thieves.   If there's a crime, we'll keep it secret,   For there's only trace amounts left in your blood.   You may be a sinner,   But you may be justified.      Just keep your mouth shut.   Keep your guard up.   I swear I'll make it right.      Will it kill me to breathe?   Not as easy as you think it is.   Between you and me,   I could fake it if I have to.   I don't break easily.   I need your counsel, thick as thieves.   I have no crime to keep a secret.   It was hers, it was not mine.   Well I may be a sinner,   But it wasn't me this time.      Just keep your mouth shut.   Keep your guard up.   I swear I'll make it right.      Well, listen to yourself,   There is a hemorrhage in your mouth.   It won't stop bleeding.   Well, you may be the trigger.   I will hold the smoking gun.   You'll get away clean,   I'll keep your secrets 'til the grave has swallowed me.   And I will never tell a tortured soul there burning by my side,   That I am a sinner.   I am a savior.   I am a lie.      So keep your mouth shut.   Keep your guard up.   I swear I'll make it right.