A brake can heal itself
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But a brake that heals without a cast
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Can last you for long
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And I can bend for years
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A doctor said its fear that makes
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These brakes heal all wrong
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So what if your dreams came true
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And what if I told you
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You could love just like you used to do
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So I will try it
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I will like it
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And it will hurt like a bitch
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Some will owe me worse
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And some will say it first
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And some will just scratch a pitch
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So what if your dreams came true
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And what if I told you
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You could love just like you used to do
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And what if my fares come true
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What if I never move beyond this broken state
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Beyond this static place
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Beyond this stale me
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This stale me
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But what if I do
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If I make it through without you
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Huh oh what would you do
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Would you care at all
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Would you move on
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What if one I day I wake
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And I'm free of this ache
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And I say it's all over
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What if I get the urge
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And decide to emerge
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Coming out of the wreckage
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What then
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What if I do
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What if I make it through without you
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Huh oh what would you do
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Would you care at all
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Would you move on
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What if one day I wake
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And I'm free of this ache
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And I say it's all over
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What if I get the urge
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And decide to emerge
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Coming out of the wreckage
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And I start living
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And I start living
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And I start living
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And I start living
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I start living
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So I will try it
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Try It And Like It
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| Anya Marina |
