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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Cos what I feel is the only truth I know
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And I get by on this naivete 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 naivete 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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N' 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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Cos what I feel is the only truth for me
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And I get by on this naivete 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 still leave behind my naivete 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
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If fortune should favor
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It's 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 still leave behind my naivete of youth?
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Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?
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I believe
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King Of Fools
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| Poets Of The Fall |
