What if I squeezed myself into any shape
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and I still don't fit.
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What if I bend myself so much that I break
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and I cant mend it.
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What if I burned so bright that the fire goes out
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and I cant stay lit.
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Whats the point in it?
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I could get good at crying crocodiles tears
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just to get along.
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I could carry on telling you what you want to hear
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til my voice is gone.
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But if I finally get to the place that I think is home
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and I don't belong.
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Whats the point in it?
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Wheres the benefit?
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When I'm gaining all but I'm losing it.
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It¡¯s not worth having
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If it¡¯s too much to hold.
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You can dig so deep
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That your left with a hole.
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Thirsty in a desert with a bag full of gold.
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Don't wanna end up like pirate bones
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What I thought was precious just a pile of stones
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I might have the treasure, but I¡¯d be lying alone
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Just a pile of Pirate bones
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Uh yeah oh oh
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If I forfeit my soul it ain't worth having.
|
Uh yeah oh oh
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If its something I stole it ain't worth having.
|
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What if I stake everything I am on a dream
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and its counterfeit?
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If I reach the end that justifies the means
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could I live with it?
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And if its true that I have too much of any good thing
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can only make me sick.
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Whats the point in it?
|
Wheres the benefit?
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When I'm gaining all, but I'm losing it.
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Oooh
|
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It¡¯s not worth having
|
If it¡¯s too much to hold.
|
You can dig so deep
|
That your left with a hole.
|
Thirsty in a desert with a bag full of gold.
|
Don't wanna end up like pirate bones
|
What I thought was precious just a pile of stones
|
I might have the treasure, but I¡¯d be lying alone
|
Pirate bones
|
Uh yeah oh oh
|
If I forfeit my soul it ain't worth having.
|
Uh yeah oh oh
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If its something I stole it ain't worth having.
|
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Its not worth that much to me
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If loosing out is what it means
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To swim in shallow victory
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Is empty, empty
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It¡¯s just not worth the price.
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Its only a fools paradise
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If its draining every drop of life
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Til I'm dry.
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Like.
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Pirate Bones!
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It¡¯s not worth having
|
If it¡¯s too much to hold.
|
You can dig so deep
|
That your left with a hole.
|
Thirsty in a desert with a bag full of gold.
|
Don't wanna end up like pirate bones
|
What I thought was precious just a pile of stones
|
I might have the treasure, but I¡¯d be lying alone
|
Just a pile of Pirate bones
|
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If I forfeit my soul it ain't worth having.
|
oh oh
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If its something I stole it ain't worth having.
|
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Pirate bones
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What I thought was precious just a pile of stones
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mmmmm
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Pirate Bones.
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Pirate Bones
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| Natasha Bedingfield |
