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Bastille «Flaws». ТЕКСТ ПЕСНИ

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Слова: Daniel Smith
Музыка: Daniel Smith
© ООО «Юниверсал Мьюзик Паблишинг»
℗ CDCom Publishing
 When all of your flaws and all of my flaws 
 Are laid out one by one 
 A wonderful part of the mess that we've made 
 we pick ourselves undone 

 All of your flaws and all of my flaws, they lie there hand in hand 
 Ones we've inherited, ones that we've learnt 
 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 fill 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've started 
 Dig them out, so nothing's left unturned 

 All of your flaws and all of my flaws, when they have been exhumed 
 Would 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. 
 There's a hole in my soul 
 Can you fill 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've started 
 Dig them out, so nothing's left unturned 

 Woh, woh, woh... 
 Woh, woh, woh...
 Woh, woh, woh... 
 Woh, woooh... 
 Woh, woh, woh... 
 Woh, woh, woh... 
 Woh, woh, woh... 
 Woh, wooh...
 
 When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are counted 
 When all of my flaws and all of your 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've started 
 Dig them out, so nothing's left unturned
 Ooooh, oooh... 
 Ooooooh... 
 Oooh, ooh, oooh...
 
 When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are laid out one by one 
 Look at the wonderful mess that we make, we pick ourselves undone... 
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