| When all of your flaws and all of my flaws
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| Are laid out one by one
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| A wonderful part of the mess that we made
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| We pick ourselves undone
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| All of your flaws and all of my flaws
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| They lie there hand in hand
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| Ones we’ve inherited, ones that we learn
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| They pass from man to man
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| There’s a hole in my soul
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| I can’t fill it, I can’t fill it
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| There’s a hole in my soul
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| Can you fill it? |
| Can you fill it?
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| You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
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| And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
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| Dig them up
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| Let’s finish what we’ve started
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| Dig them up
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| So nothing’s left unturned
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| All of your flaws and all of my flaws
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| When they have been exhumed
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| We’ll see that we need them to be who we are
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| Without them, we’d be doomed
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| There’s a hole in my soul
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| I can’t fill it, I can’t fill it
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| There’s a hole in my soul
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| Can you fill it? |
| Can you fill it?
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| You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
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| And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
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| Dig them up
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| Let’s finish what we’ve started
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| Dig them up
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| So nothing’s left unturned
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| Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
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| When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are counted
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| When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are counted
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| You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
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| And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
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| Dig them up
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| Let’s finish what we’ve started
|
| Dig them up
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| So nothing’s left unturned
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| Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
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| All of your flaws and all of my flaws
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| Are laid out one by one
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| Look at the wonderful mess that we made
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| We pick ourselves undone |