| Scraping by in the dirt, planting food to make it work, waiting for the sun to
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| set and sail
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| Cause I can feel a second wind, coming as the night begins, lets live it up and
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| make our own trails
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| We’ll make it through somehow
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| Whoa, I’m falling apart, I’m falling apart over every part of you
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| Should have known from the start, should have known from the start
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| That a beating heart is a bleeding heart
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| I’ve been wearing sleeves on my heart, cause the opposite made me start,
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| thinking I was giving too much
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| Now I’m always keeping score, guarding my back because of the time before,
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| one foot in and one foot out the door
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| So roll up my sleeves my darling, kiss me in the front lawn by the garden
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| My hands on you my hearts on pardon now. |
| now
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| Whoa, I’m falling apart, I’m falling apart over every part of you
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| Should have known from the start, should have known from the start
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| That a beating heart is a bleeding heart
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| We make our way across the field, poor as sin but no one can steal what we got,
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| what we got
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| We got each other’s backs and hearts, it ain’t much but it’s a start,
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| what we got, what we got
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| Whoa, I’m falling apart, I’m falling apart over every part of you
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| Should have known from the start, should have known from the start
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| That a beating heart
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| Whoa, I’m falling apart, I’m falling apart over every part of you
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| Should have known from the start, should have known from the start
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| That a beating heart is a bleeding heart
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| A beating heart is a bleeding heart, a beating heart is a bleeding heart,
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| a beating heart is a bleeding heart, A beating heart is a bleeding heart
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| (Merci à Kheira pour cettes paroles) |