Maybe
A million lies
And you told your mom
You'd help yourself
And you told your dad
You'd do the dishes
And that you'd find a way to be alive
One, two, three
Count the stars above
And your blessings
If this is what makes you happy
Then maybe it'll all work out
And you told your mom
You'd help yourself
And you told your dad
You'd do the dishes
And that you'd find a way to be alive
One, two, three
Count the stars above
And your blessings
If this is what makes you happy
Then maybe it'll all work out
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Writer(s): Eduardo Lopez
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