| Wild kites, darling we hold on
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| We grip with white knuckles we hold strong
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| And they say love should fit like gloves, perfect equals
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| If it’s meant to be then you just know it, you just know
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| But you and me will never be the perfect people
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| Of all the stories that they’ve told
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| Ooh, what if our love is written in the scars?
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| And it took time but we built love from all these broken parts
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| And that’s just fine, we’ll be fine, just stay true
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| We can’t fix all our fractured bones
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| And that’s just it, it’s better off we don’t, love
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| And they say love should fit like gloves, perfect equals
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| If it’s meant to be then you just know it, you just know
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| But you and me will never be the perfect people
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| Of all the stories that they’ve wrote
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| Ooh, what if our love is written in the scars?
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| Ooh, we built love from all these broken parts
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| And that’s just fine, that’s just fine
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| Stay true
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| Me and you
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| Stay true |