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 now 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 really 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 |