| Is it okay to love you
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| Is it okay to be loved by you
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| Is it okay to feel the feel way I feel
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| 'Cause I’m falling into pieces, how are you
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| You’re flying away, but I love you
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| When you return, I’ll let things happen as they always do
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| My glass is half full inside
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| You might see me blue
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| But I’m falling into pieces, how are you
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| Where ever we stop our lives
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| We’ll find our way back home
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| Where ever we stop our lives
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| We’ll find our way back home
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| Where ever we stop our lives
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| We’ll find our way back home
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| And I’m falling into pieces all alone
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| This piece is said, to argue
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| And this piece is said
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| To find out that we know that we don’t know
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| This puzzle’s finished and this is what we do
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| So I’m falling into pieces without you
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| Where ever we stop our lives
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| We’ll find our way back home
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| Where ever we stop our lives
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| We’ll find our way back home
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| When we stop our lives
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| We’ll find our way back home
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| And I’ll be falling into pieces all alone
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| Where ever we stop our lives
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| We’ll find our way back home
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| Where ever we stop our lives
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| We’ll find our way back home
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| Where we stop our lives
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| We’ll find our way back home
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| And I’ll be falling into pieces all alone |