| The world says that we should be rich
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| But love says poor in spirt
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| The world says turn up the volume
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| Love says in the silece you can hear it
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| The world says you gotta be superman yeah.
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| But love says to be meek
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| The world says you gotta defend yourself.
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| Love says you find your strenght and you are week.
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| Blessed are the broken hearted
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| hows life are twisted and torn
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| And i will fight my comfort yeah
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| Blessed are does ho morn.
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| People say i should walk away from this
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| but love tells me to stay
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| my mind says that i cant afourd the cost of falling
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| but love says i will cave.
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| Blessed are the broken hearted
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| hows life are twisded and torn
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| but i will fight my comforte yeah
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| blessed are thouse ho morn.
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| Im loocking in the morrow
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| putting on my make up
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| just trying to get trought the day minute by minute
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| I kwow what i was getting in to
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| when i fell in love with you
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| thouh there are times when i regret it
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| i wouldent treade it
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| no i wouldent treade it
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| Blessed are the broken hearted
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| hows life are twisted and torn
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| so hold me wile i cry tonight
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| ooh and i will be rebourn
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| I can feel the heeling starting
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| Blessed are the broken hearted
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| blessed hmm… |