Did your mamma like your Sunday dress?
Astrology eradicates.
So what?
So what?
It's all that we've got.
It's all that we can give.
Believe it or not.
It's all that we can give.
And I don't mind.
I'm not a lover let me be.
For us to fly and be set free.
So what?
So what?
I can show you.
You can show me.
I can show you.
You can show me.
I can show you.
So what?
So what?
It's all that we've got.
It's all that we can give.
Believe it or not.
It's all that we can give.
And I don't mind.
It's all that we've got.
It's all that we can give.
Believe it or not.
It's all that we can give.
And I don't mind.
Your blood.
It flows in from the Western sea.
Your eyes.
They shine in through these shaded trees.
Oh, I believe in you.
These places they have changed.
I don't know anything.
But you know me.
Oh, you know me.
It's all that we've got.
It's all that we can give.
Believe it or not.
It's all that we can give.
And I don't mind.
It's all that we've got.
It's all that we can give.
Oh, Believe it or not.
It's all that we can give.
And I don't mind.
Oh, not at all.
Writer(s): Brittany Aliene Robinson, Andrew Tolman, Benjamin Arthur Mckee, Daniel Wayne Sermon, Daniel Coulter Reynolds
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