Here I go I'm handing my heart out like communion
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I pour it out in rhythm and rhyme
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Sticks and stone throws won't change my lines
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Tell me how to sing what everyone is feeling
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When oh so many others have tried
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Tears on the paper, love in my mind
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Heavy the heartaches, we carry the suitcase
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And you can tell it to the weather it won't get any better
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Until you learn to live with your scars
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It's all in the suitcase, that holds who you are
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Glory days and bad times are all here in my baggage
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They're folded up and kept here like clothes
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Throw out the hurtful to lighten the load
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Heavy the heartaches, we carry the suitcase
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And you can tell it to the weather it won't get any better
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Until you learn to live with your scars
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Heavy the suitcase
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Hidden in the pocket space
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The hope you lost in younger days
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And the few you thought you couldn't face
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They're travelling today, you're throwing them away
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Heavy the heartaches, we carry the suitcase
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And you can tell it to the weather it won't get any better
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Until you learn to live with your scars
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It's all in your suitcase, that holds who you are
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That holds who you are
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Suitcase
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Charlotte Church |