When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are laid out one by one, a wonderful part of the mess that we made we pick ourselves undone. All of your flaws and all of my flaws they lay there hand in hand. Ones we've inherited ones that we learned they pass from man to man.
There's a hole in my soul, I can't fill it, I can't fill it. And there's a hole, in my soul, can you fil it, can you fill it?
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve, and I have always buried them deep beneath the ground. Dig them out, let's finish what we started. Dig them out, so nothing's left unturned.
All of your flaws and all of my flaws well may have been exhumed. we'll see that we need them to be who we are without them we'd be doomed.
There's a hole in my soul, I can't fill it, I can't fill it. And there's a hole, in my soul, can you fil it, can you fill it?
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve, and I have always buried them deep beneath the ground. Dig them out, let's finish what we started. Dig them out, so nothing's left unturned.
oooooooooooooooooh oooooooooooooooooh
when all of your flaws and all of my flaws are counted. when all of your flaws and all of my flaws are counted.
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve, and I have always buried them deep beneath the ground. Dig them out, let's finish what we started. Dig them out, so nothing's left unturned.
ohhhhh ohhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
all of your flaws and all of my flaws are laid out one by one, look at the wonderful mess that we made we pick ourselves undone.
(lyrics might be wrong or misspelled, wrote this from my memory)
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Songs I Like
RandomThese are the main singer/songwriters I listen to. There are a lot more, but I don't have a lot of time to add them (I do but I'm lazy and I babysit).
