| There are two lungs in my chest
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| Only one breaks my heart
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| How to love them you know best,
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| And tell them a part
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| Which one will win,
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| You ask which one will win
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| The one I let breathe
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| Or the one that lets air in
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| There are two lungs in my chest
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| Only one breaks my heart
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| And be bright of heart and creed
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| Running in my sleep, I know
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| Kindliness, passions and peaks
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| Drawing from the deep, oh no
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| And be bright of heart and creed
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| Running in my sleep, running in my sleep
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| Kindliness, passions and peaks
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| Drawing from the deep, oh no
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| Oh no
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| And be bright of heart and creed
|
| Running in my sleep, I know
|
| Kindliness, passions and peaks
|
| Drawing from the deep, oh no
|
| And be bright of heart and creed
|
| Running in my sleep, running in my sleep
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| Kindliness, passions and peaks
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| Drawing from the deep, oh no
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| Oh no |