Текст песни Flaws (live from the Scala) - Bastille
When
all
of
your
flaws
and
all
of
my
flaws
Are
laid
out
one
by
one
A
wonderful
part
of
the
mess
that
we
made
We
pick
ourselves
undone
All
of
your
flaws
and
all
of
my
flaws
They
lie
there
hand
in
hand
Ones
we've
inherited,
ones
that
we
learned
They
pass
from
man
to
man
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
we've
started
Dig
them
up,
so
nothing's
left
unturned
All
of
your
flaws
and
all
of
my
flaws,
When
they
have
been
exhumed
We'll
see
that
we
need
them
to
be
who
we
are
Without
them
we'd
be
doomed
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
we've
started
Dig
them
up,
so
nothing's
left
unturned
Oooooh
Oooooh
When
all
of
your
flaws
And
all
of
my
flaws
are
counted
When
all
of
your
flaws
And
all
of
my
flaws
are
counted
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
we've
started
Dig
them
up.
So
nothing's
left
unturned
Oooooh
Oooooh
All
of
your
flaws
and
all
of
my
flaws
Are
laid
out
one
by
one
Look
at
the
wonderful
mess
that
we
made
We
pick
ourselves
undone
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