| I worry that I can’t give you what you need
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| That you’ll find nothing underneath the peel
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| That I can’t undo the times we disagreed
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| That I can’t ignore the way I feel
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| 'Cause what I feel is the only truth I know
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| And I get by on this naiveté of youth
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| If what I feel is the only truth
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| And what I give out will make up what I’ll receive
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| Can I leave behind my naiveté of youth?
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| Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?
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| I believe
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| Could you hold us up if I would drag us down?
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| Resurrect emotions from our past
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| And if they had a king for fools, would you wear the crown?
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| Build us up again and make us last
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| 'Cause what I feel is the only truth for me
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| And I get by on this naiveté of youth
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| If what I feel is the only truth
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| And what I give out will make up what I’ll receive
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| Can I leave behind my naiveté of youth?
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| Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?
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| I believe
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| And if we don’t worry about a thing
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| Will we be sorry when the rain is falling again?
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| And what does it matter if fortune should favor?
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| It is never the final amen
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| If what I feel is the only truth
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| And what I give out will make up what I’ll receive
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| Can I leave behind my naiveté of youth?
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| Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?
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| I believe |