| It’s not easy
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| to be broken
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| When the emptness is over.
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| God in your arms.
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| There’s no future
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| Behind the windows
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| And through the cutters
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| look back into the past.
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| But i’m still bagging you,
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| bagging you, bagging you
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| To not close all the doors.
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| Yea I’m still bagging you
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| bagging you, bagging who you with
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| made of this greatest world.
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| It’s not easy to be like this,
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| When it hurts like cased
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| right on your heart.
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| When tears are streaming
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| Like tiny peaces
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| Broken, unless your life is falling apart.
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| But i’m still bagging you,
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| bagging you, bagging you
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| To not close all the doors.
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| Yea I’m still bagging you
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| bagging you, bagging who you with
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| made of this greatest world.
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| Every single lied baby
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| Give our birds a bright day,
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| bright day, bright day.
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| So listen to your heart
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| Not any world is strong
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| Turn your life to forwards,
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| to forward, to forward.
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| So listen to your heart
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| And promiss not to waste by,
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| and promiss not to waste time,
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| not a waste time, not a waste time.
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| So listen to your heart.
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| I know it’s not so easy.
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| To listen to your heart.
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| To listen to your heart.
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| When every disapear.
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| To listen to your heart.
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| But i’m still bagging you,
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| bagging you, bagging you
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| To not close all the doors.
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| Yea I’m still bagging you
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| bagging you, bagging who you with
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| made of this greatest world.
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| Not every single lied baby
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| Give our birds a bright day,
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| bright day, bright day.
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| So listen to your heart
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| Not any world is strong
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| Turn your life to forwards,
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| to forwards, to forward.
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| So listen to your heart
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| And promiss not to waste by And promiss not to waste time
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| not a waste time, not a waste time.
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| So listen to your heart.
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| I know it’s not so easy.
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| To listen to your heart. |