| All my favorite people are broken
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| Believe me
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| My heart should know
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| Some prayers are better left unspoken
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| I just wanna hold you
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| And let the rest go
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| All my friends are part saint and part sinner
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| We lean on each other
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| Try to rise above
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| We’re not afraid to admit we’re all still beginners
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| We’re all late bloomers
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| When it comes to love
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| All my favorite people are broken
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| Believe me
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| My heart should know
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| Orphaned believers, skeptical dreamers
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| Step forward
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| You can stay right here
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| You don’t have to go
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| Is each wound you’ve received
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| Just a burdensome gift?
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| It gets so hard to lift
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| Yourself up off the ground
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| But the poet says, We must praise the mutilated world
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| We’re all workin' the graveyard shift
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| You might as well sing along
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| All my favorite people are broken
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| Believe me
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| My heart should know
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| (As for) your tender heart—
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| This world’s gonna rip it wide open
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| It ain’t gonna be pretty
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| But you’re not alone
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| 'Cause all my favorite people are broken
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| Believe me
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| My heart should know
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| Orphaned believers, skeptical dreamers
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| You’re welcome
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| Yeah, you’re safe right here
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| You don’t have to go
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| 'Cause all my favorite people are broken
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| Believe me
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| I should know
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| Some things are better left unspoken
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| I just wanna hold you
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| And let the rest go |