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Sometimes I feel like I'm a bird with broken wings
At times I dread my now and envy where I've been
But that's when quiet wisdom takes control
At least I've got a story no one's told
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I finally learned to say
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Whatever will be will be
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I've learned to take
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The good, the bad and breathe
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'Cause although we like
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To know what life's got planned
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No one knows if shooting stars will land
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These days it feels naive to put your faith in hope
To imitate a child, fall backwards on the snow
'Cause that's when fears will usually lead you blind
But now I try to under-analyse
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I finally learned to say
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Whatever will be will be
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I've learned to take
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The good, the bad and breathe
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'Cause although we like
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To know what life's got planned
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No one knows if shooting stars will land
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Is the rope I walk wearing thin?
Is the life I love caving in?
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Is the weight on your mind
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A heavy black bird caged inside?
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Say Whatever will be will be
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Take The good, the bad Just breathe
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'Cause although we like
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To know what life's got planned
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No one knows if shooting stars will land
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I finally learned to say
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Whatever will be will be
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I've learned to take
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The good, the bad and breathe
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'Cause although we like
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To know what life's got planned
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Thing like that are never in your hands
No one knows if shooting stars will land
I finally learned to say
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Whatever will be will be
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I've learned to take
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The good, the bad and breathe
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'Cause although we like
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To know what life's got planned
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No one knows if shooting stars will land
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Is the rope I walk wearing thin?
Is the life I love caving in?
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Is the weight on your mind
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A heavy black bird
Whatever will be will be
I learned to take
The good, the bad and breathe
'Cause although we like
To know what life's got planned
Thing like that are never in your hands
No one knows if shooting stars will land