Suitcase

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Here I go Im handing my heart out like communion
I pour it out in rhythm and rhyme
Sticks and stone throws wont change my lines
Tell me how to sing what everyone is feeling
When oh so many others have tried
Tears on the paper, love in my mind
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Heavy the heartaches, we carry the suitcase
And you can tell it to the weather it wont get any better
Until you learn to live with your scars

Its all in the suitcase, that holds who you are
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Glory days and bad times are all here in my baggage
Theyre folded up and kept here like clothes
Throw out the hurtful to lighten the load
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Heavy the heartaches, we carry the suitcase
And you can tell it to the weather it wont get any better
Until you learn to live with your scars
Heavy the suitcase
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Hidden in the pocket space

The hope you lost in younger days
And the few you thought you couldnt face
Theyre travelling today, youre throwing them away
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Heavy the heartaches, we carry the suitcase
And you can tell it to the weather it wont get any better
Until you learn to live with your scars
Its all in your suitcase, that holds who you are
That holds who you are
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