A Little Too Much
Sometimes it hits like car crash
And it's too late to reverse
Sometimes you make me a better person
Sometimes you bring out the worst.
Sometimes we get on like fire
Sometimes we're stubborn like rain
Just when I think that it's over over you wave a white flag again
[Chorus:]
Ah - ah - ah
We fall out then we fall back in
Ah-ah-ah
We're always back where we begin
Everybody hurts just a little too much
Everybody hurts but it's never enough
It's wonderful to fall, let's love and risk it all
I'd rather love just a little too much
Sometimes we're trapped in a circle
Till we're digging holes in the ground
We try but nothing is working
But still I want you around
Cause if I'm lost in the desert
I know somehow you'll find me
And if I drown in the ocean you'll be the first to rescue me.
[Chorus:]
Ah-ah-ah
We fall out then we fall back in
Ah-ah-ah
We're always back where we begin
Everybody hurts just a little too much
Everybody hurts but it's never enough
It's wonderful to fall, let's love and risk it all
Even if it hurts just a little too much
I'd rather love just a little too much
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