Tell me how you´ve been,
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Tell what you´ve seen,
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Tell me that you´d like to see me too.
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´cause my heart is full of no blood,
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My cup is full of no love,
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Couldn´t take another sip even if I wanted.
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But it´s not too late,
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Not too late for love.
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My lungs are out of air,
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Yours are holding smoke,
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And it´s been like that for so long.
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I´ve seen people try to change,
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And I know it isn´t easy,
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But nothin´ worth the time ever is.
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And it´s not too late,
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It´s not too late for love,
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For love,
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For love,
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For love.
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Not Too Late
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Norah jones(³ë¶óÁ¸½º) |