| I don’t know how to fix the world.
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| I don’t know how to fix myself.
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| Seems like we both need some love,
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| Seems like we both need some help.
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| Maybe you could fix with might.
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| Maybe you could just stare it down.
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| Seems like some tenderness could turn the whole thing around.
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| I’m just trying to get the engine to turn.
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| I’m just trying to smile through my tears.
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| And I still got so much to learn,
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| But the best I can is what I have to give,
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| Gonna give it while I’m here.
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| Most days I want to speed up.
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| Seems like I ought to slow down.
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| Maybe the pieces are here, if I just took a good look around.
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| Maybe the world feels like me,
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| Wishing someone would it a song,
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| About how there’s a lot of good here,
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| About how it’s done nothing wrong.
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| I’m just trying to get the engine to turn,
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| I’m just trying to smile through my tears.
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| And I still got so much to learn,
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| But the best I can is what I have to give,
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| Gonna give it while I’m here.
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| Sometimes there’s a choir in my head,
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| Singing at the top of it’s voice,
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| Singing at the top of it’s voice,
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| They sing, don’t look back.
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| Don’t be scared. |
| Don’t be scared.
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| I’m just trying to get the engine to turn.
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| I’m just trying to smile through my tears.
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| And I still got so much to learn,
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| But the best I can is what I have to give,
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| Gonna give it while I’m here. |