The Art Of Getting By
When you're young you don't think about
How good things have a bad side
You spend your time waiting around
For the fall not the goodbye
When you're naive and so green
It makes it hard to believe
How life works when you're older
Even the best of us get hurt sometimes
Could be from life or love or "I don't know why"
It's all out of our hands, nobody will ever understand
Don't blame yourself and don't ask why
That's the art of getting by
That's the art of getting by
It gets easy to become blind to
The good things when times are rough
But when there's nothing left to try and do
It's okay to throw your hands up
'Cause there's no use in getting burned
From the same lessons that you learned
So carry them with you and be wiser
Even the best of us get hurt sometimes
Could be from life or love or "I don't know why"
It's all out of our hands, nobody will ever understand
Don't blame yourself and don't ask why
That's the art of getting by
That's the art of getting by
No life ain't a game
There's nothing to win, and no way to cheat
We all walk through flames
All get burned from the heat
Even the best of us get hurt sometimes
Could be from life or love or "I don't know why"
It's all out of our hands, nobody will ever understand
Don't blame yourself and don't ask why
That's the art of getting by
That's the art of getting by
How good things have a bad side
You spend your time waiting around
For the fall not the goodbye
When you're naive and so green
It makes it hard to believe
How life works when you're older
Even the best of us get hurt sometimes
Could be from life or love or "I don't know why"
It's all out of our hands, nobody will ever understand
Don't blame yourself and don't ask why
That's the art of getting by
That's the art of getting by
It gets easy to become blind to
The good things when times are rough
But when there's nothing left to try and do
It's okay to throw your hands up
'Cause there's no use in getting burned
From the same lessons that you learned
So carry them with you and be wiser
Even the best of us get hurt sometimes
Could be from life or love or "I don't know why"
It's all out of our hands, nobody will ever understand
Don't blame yourself and don't ask why
That's the art of getting by
That's the art of getting by
No life ain't a game
There's nothing to win, and no way to cheat
We all walk through flames
All get burned from the heat
Even the best of us get hurt sometimes
Could be from life or love or "I don't know why"
It's all out of our hands, nobody will ever understand
Don't blame yourself and don't ask why
That's the art of getting by
That's the art of getting by
Credits
Writer(s): Laura Katia Paola Zocca
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