These words don't come easy
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They spit from my lips
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But then we never had it easy
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It slipped from our fingertips
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When we met, you laughed at me
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And stole my last cigarette
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Said you wanted to share a past with me
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That tomorrow's the day to forget
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And you said,
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"Just give me a reason to carry on
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To carry on
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Just give me a reason to carry on
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To carry on"
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Now I've come unhinged
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I'm the door in a frame
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Well I'm never quite closed
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But I ain't open to change
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So my knuckles are bruised
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From knocking on wood
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Well, it's a trick that I've used
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Perhaps more than I should
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And I said,
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"Just give me a reason to carry on
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To carry on
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Just give me a reason to carry on
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To carry on"
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'Cause a heart is just a heart
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It can break and fall apart
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It can bleed and stop and start
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'Cause a heart is just a heart
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Ooh
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Ooh
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Ooh
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Mix your words with fire
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I'll let them burn me down
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Let them ring in the air
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Like the bells of an old mining town
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Just give me a reason to carry on
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To carry on
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Just give me a reason to carry on
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To carry on
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Just give me a reason to carry on
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To carry on
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Just give me a reason to carry on
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To carry on
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Just give me a reason to carry on
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To carry on
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Just give me a reason to carry on
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To carry on
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Just give me a reason to carry on
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To carry on
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I just want a reason to carry on
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To carry on
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Words & Fire
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| Sam Roberts |
