| There’s a future for the artist as her canvas stares at her
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| And for the activist who couldn’t change the world.
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| And there’s a future for the child who pushed away her friends.
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| They remind us of ourselves and we understand.
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| So if you want me,
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| then tear me apart.
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| You’ll keep breaking old habits
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| And I’ll keep missing the mark.
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| There’s a future for the soldier who returns from where he’s been,
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| And for the preacher who still doubts the things he says.
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| There’s a future for the widow who will never love again.
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| They remind us of ourselves and we understand.
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| So if you want me,
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| then tear me apart.
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| You’ll keep breaking old habits
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| And I’ll keep missing the mark.
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| Yeah, if you want me,
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| then tear me apart.
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| I’ll give you my heartache
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| If you give me your heart.
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| So if you want me,
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| then tear me apart.
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| You’ll keep breaking old habits
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| And I’ll keep missing the mark.
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| Yeah, if you want me,
|
| then tear me apart.
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| I’ll give you my heartache
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| If you give me your heart.
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| So if you want me,
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| then tear me apart.
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| You’ll keep breaking old habits
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| And I’ll keep missing the mark.
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| You’ll keep breaking old habits
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| And I’ll keep missing the mark.
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| I’ll give you my heartache
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| If you give me your heart. |