If I threw my broken body
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Let it shatter on the rocks
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Would you pick up all my imperfections
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Keep them hidden in your jewelry box
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Would you help this old man singing
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Would you save this little boy
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Would you treat me like a baby
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And let treat you like his toy
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Is this it? Is this really it?
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This is it.
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Would you break me like a prism
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Would you see my different sides
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Would you separate the bright ones
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Hang them on your laundry line
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Would you help this tired Abraham
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It's not just Isaac that is crying
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For he who is busy loving
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Is both living and is also dying
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Is this it? Is this really it?
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This is it.
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Would you know me like a doctor
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Would you sing me like a hymn
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Would you touch me like a bridesmaid
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In some husband's dirty little dream
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When these defeated lips have failed me
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Would you save my hungry eyes
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Would you milk your breasts for honey
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Would you feed me all your petty lies
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Is this it? Is this really it?
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It's all that we've been praying for
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It's all that we've been praying for
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Is this it? Is this really it?
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This is it.
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Is This It
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Asaf Avidan |