"The Hardest Part"
And the hardest part Was letting go, not taking part Was the hardest part
And the strangest thingWas waiting for that bell to ring It was the strangest start
I could feel it go downBittersweet, I could taste in my mouth
Silver lining the cloudOh and I
I wish that I could work it out
And the hardest part Was letting go, not taking part
You really broke my heart And I tried to sing But I couldn’t think of anything
And that was the hardest partI could feel it go down You left the sweetest taste in my mouth
You're a silver lining the clouds Oh and I Oh and I
I wonder what it’s all about I wonder what it’s all about
Everything I know is wrong Everything I do, it's just comes undone
And everything is torn apart Oh and it’s the hardest part
That’s the hardest part Yeah that’s the hardest part That’s the hardest part

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