Someone falls to pieces
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Sleeping on and on
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Someone kills the pain
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Spinning in the silence
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Till finally it drifts away
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Someone gets excited
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In a chappel yard
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And catches a bouquet
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Nothing less then a dozen
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White roses on her grave
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And be yourself it’s all that you can do
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To be yourself it’s all that you can do
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Someone finds salvation
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In everyone you know the wrongs and pain
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Someone tries to hide himself
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Down inside himself he breaths
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Someone swears it’s true love
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Until the end of time
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Another roams away
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Seperate or united
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If there all the same.
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And be yourself it’s all that you can do
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To be yourself it’s all that you can do
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Even me in pain and all
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Then pulled apart or been held up
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Every single memory of what could have been
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Faces of love
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Don't loose any sleep tonight
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I'm sure everything will end up alright
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Hear me with the love
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But to be yourself it's all that you can do
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To be yourself is all that you can do
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And be yourself it’s all that you can do
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To be yourself it’s all that you can do
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Be yourself
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