We make patterns out of stars
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and we whisper little prayers
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To be somewhere that we're not
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and if we're good it will take us there
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But then the light comes through the dark
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and our questions fall apart
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It's just the beating of our hearts and the still of the midnight air
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And I get so overwhelmed till it's hard to tell
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what I'm thinking
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We get down down down
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we feel sorry for ourselves
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we get down down down
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we all need somebody's help
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Let's get loud loud loud till there's love and nothing else
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'Cause the more that you give the more that comes back around
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So we hide away our hurts
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and put bandaids on our fears
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and we lie to all our friends
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move along there's no problems here
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but then the orchestra will start
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and the violins appear
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and a simple little melody has us fighting tears
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And I get so overwhelmed till it's hard to tell
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what I'm thinking
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We get down down down
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we feel sorry for ourselves
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we get down down down
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we all need somebody's help
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let's get loud loud loud till there's love and nothing else
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cuz the more that you give the more that comes back around
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But the hardest part is the way things are
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and how quickly fingers will bleed
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and the grace we need is not in magazines,
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it's just space, in between, when we breathe
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I am down down down I feel sorry for myself
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I am down down down and I need somebody's help
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let's get loud loud loud till there's love and nothing else
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cuz the more that we give, the more that comes back
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Down down down
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We feel sorry for ourselves
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We get down down down
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We all need somebody's help
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Let's get loud loud loud till there's love and nothing else
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'Cause the more that you give the more that comes back around
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Overwhelmed
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Rachel Platten |