"It Only Hurts When I'm Breathing" is a song performed by Canadian singer-songwriter Shania Twain. The track was composed by Twain and her then-husband Robert John "Mutt" Lange, and produced by Lange. It was released on February 9, 2004 by Mercury Nashville Records, as the eighth and final single from Twain's fourth studio album, Up! (2002), fifth to impact the North American market. Disparate to the remainder of Up!, "It Only Hurts when I'm Breathing" is a ballad that Twain labeled to be the sole heartbreak song on the album. Musically, it lies within the country pop genre while its lyrics speak of misery.
"It Only Hurts When I'm Breathing" received mixed reviews from music critics. Commercially, the single performed well in Canada, where it peaked at number four, and mildly in United States' country and adult contemporary markets. It peaked at number seventy-one on the Billboard Hot 100 and at number eighteen on Hot Country Singles & Tracks. Although an official music video for "It Only Hurts when I'm Breathing" was never filmed, it was given a promotional music video taken from a performance for the concert film Up! Live in Chicago (2003). Contestant Michael Lynche performed a cover version of "It Only Hurts when I'm Breathing" on a Twain-themed episode of the ninth season of the singing competition American Idol.
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