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What's the use in trying
For my senses say no place is this for you
Whats the use in holding out my arms
I couldnOt find reasosns
If I tried to
What's the use in floating?
If all it does is tell you someone's under you
What's the use in being if I learn to
Be neglectful to the all things that mean the most of you
But I can hear me say
More than likely
I'm the one you're living for
Find out oh yeah
And I finely understand
And I say
More than likely
I'm the one you're living for
More than likely
More than likely
What's the use in praying?
When all the things that mean so much
To none of you
What's the use in pouring out my heart
Into the situations I could cry through
Oh what's the use in closing
All the doors that let the loving into you
What's the use of loving if I learn
Not feel anything at all
Even if it means the most of you
I can hear me say
More than likely
I'm the one you're living for
Find out I am
Then I'll finely understand
More than likely
More than likely
I'm the one you're living for
Even if you find
That I'm transcending most of my mind
To the often closing doors
What's to come and what's in store
Even if because
I find them sending most of my love
To the often closed mess
You must require
What you're living for
What's the use in clinging (let go)
All the hosts that leave you somewhere next to lies
What's the use in buying all my time
Try to figure out the fame
Likes to communicate the size
I can hear me say
More than likely
I'm the one you're living for
Find out I am
And I can finely understand
More than likely
More than likely
I'm the one you're living for
HATA BİLDİR
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