Broken people get recycled
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And I hope that I will.
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Sometimes we're thrown off our pathways
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What I thought was my way home
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Wasn't the place I know
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I'm certain nothing's certain
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What we own becomes our prison
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My possessions will be gone
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Back to where they came from
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Blame, no one is to blame
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As natural as the rain that falls
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Here comes the Flood again
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See the rock that you hold onto
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Is it gonna save you
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When the earth begins to crumble?
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Why d'you feel you have to hold on?
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Imagine if you let go
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Blame, no one is to blame
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As natural as the rain that falls
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Here comes the Flood again
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Wash away the weight that pulls you down
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Ride the waves that free you from the dusk?
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Don't trust your eyes
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Its easy to believe them
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Know in your heart
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That you can leave your prison
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Don't trust your mind
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It's not always listening
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Turn on the lights
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And feel the ancient rhythm
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Don't trust your eyes
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Its easy to believe them
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Know in your heart
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That you can leave your prison
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Blame, no one is to blame
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As natural as the rain that falls
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Here comes the Flood again
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The Flood
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| Katie Melua |
