| Sometimes I feel like I’m a bird with broken wings
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| At times I dread my now and envy where I’ve been
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| 'Cause that’s when quiet wisdom takes control
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| At least I’ve got a story no one’s told
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| I finally learned to say
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| Whatever will be will be
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| I learned to take
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| The good, the bad and breathe
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| 'Cause although we like
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| To know what life’s got planned
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| No one knows if shooting stars will land
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| These days it feels naive to put your faith in hope
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| To imitate a child
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| Fall backwards on the snow
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| 'Cause that’s when fears will usually lead you blind
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| And now I try to under-analyse
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| I finally learned to say
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| Whatever will be will be
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| I learned to take
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| The good, the bad and breathe
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| 'Cause although we like
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| To know what life’s got planned
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| No one knows if shooting stars will land
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| Is the rope I walk wearing thin?
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| Is the life I love caving in?
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| Is the weight on your mind
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| A heavy black bird caged inside?
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| Say
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| Whatever will be will be
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| Take
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| The good, the bad
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| Just breathe
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| 'Cause although we like
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| To know what life’s got planned
|
| No one knows if shooting stars will land
|
| I finally learned to say
|
| Whatever will be will be
|
| I learned to take
|
| The good, the bad and breathe
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| 'Cause although we like
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| To know what life’s got planned
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| Thing like that are never in your hands
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| No one knows if shooting stars will land |