Tekstovi: Jonah Matranga. Every Mistake.

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Oh my love how can I say the things that you'll see some perfect way.

I could tell stories of infinite roads, fountains of youth, romantic fables

But insted I'll just say it.



You're going to make every mistake.

Sometimes you're going to fall flat on your face.

But just do it with grace, know that I'll be there

And love you while you make every mistake.



My sweetest of ones, you're growing up great

A wide open heart, excellent eyes.

You're climbing and trying without even trying,

Without even knowing what I can't explain.

Like when did I get so scared of dying?

It never seemed real.

Do we really leave here?

And stranger still though it seems sad,

I'm trying to show you that something is here,

Something so smooth.



You're going to make every mistake.

Sometimes you're going to fall flat on your face.

But just do it with grace, know that I'll be there

And love you while you make every mistake.

Every mistake, every mistake.



Of course I wish you all of the beauty

A love rnever ending a life without pain

And when it seems hardest and there's no reasy answer

Just try to trust me.



You're going to make every mistake.

Sometimes you're going to fall flat on your face.

But just do it with grace, know that I'll be there

And love you while you make every mistake.

Every mistake, every mistake.

I'm going to love you while you make every mistake.