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I don't believe in anything but myself
I don't believe in anything but myself But then you opened up a door, you opened up a door Now I start to believe in something else But how do I know if I'll make it through? How do I know? Where's the proof in you? And so it goes, this soldier knows The battle with the heart isn't easily won And so it goes, this soldier knows The battle with the heart isn't easily won But it can be won, but it can be won I sit in the back of a bus watching the world grow old Watching the world go by all by myself I took a faith full leap and packed up all my things And all my love and gave it to somebody else But how do I know if I'll make it through? How do I know? Where's the proof in you? And so it goes, this soldier knows The battle with the heart isn't easily won And so it goes, this soldier knows The battle with the heart isn't easily won But it can be won, but it can be won But it can be won, but it can be won And so it goes, this soldier knows The battle with the heart isn't easily won And so it goes, this soldier knows The battle with the heart isn't easily won And so it goes, this soldier knows The battle with the heart isn't easily won And so it goes, this soldier knows The battle with the heart isn't easily won But it can be won, but it can be won Songwriter: Ingrid Michaelson
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