's gonna be alright.
And if I told you,
Would you never know to guess?
Sure, what's the point
When little often means so
much less.
I can see for miles.
I know when you're telling
me a truth
I can feel my heart,
Esepcially now. It's on the
roof
Of my mouth
There's no right or wrong.
This isn't a gesture
And I don't use my experience.
I don't try
To let it go by
But it's alright.
You know that it's alright.
It's alright.
It's gonna be alright.
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