all of your flaws and all of my flaws
There's a hole in my soul
I can't fill it, I can't fill it
There's a hole in my soul
Can you fill it? can you fill it?
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up, let's finish what've started
Dig them up, so nothing's left unturned
Look at the wonderful mess that we made
Bastille – Flaws
I can't fill it, I can't fill it
There's a hole in my soul
Can you fill it? can you fill it?
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up, let's finish what've started
Dig them up, so nothing's left unturned
Look at the wonderful mess that we made
Bastille – Flaws
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