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Old, old souls Don't know they're old Until they're on the edge Trying to process The loss of old friends Scars, old scars I keep in jars Collect them like a badge Won't forget the past Those old, old friends Turns out all of my highs are making love to my lows Making fun of my boundaries, sticks and stones You say "love" I believe it to the bone If I could see How you see me I could be A little bit happy And through your eyes I realize I could be a little bit happy Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happy Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happy Cold, so cold Letras de cancionesEven tippy's birds went home But I'm still standing here Counting all my tears Trying to feel what you felt for years Turns out all of my highs are making love to my lows Making fun of my boundaries, sticks and stones You say "Love" I believe it to the bone If I could see How you see me I could be A little bit happy And through your eyes I realize I could be a little bit happy Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happy Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happy Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happy Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happy Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happy From Letras Mania