Ay, ay, ay, ay Put my money where my mouth is and I laid my cards I'mma go out fighting And leave my scars I don't know about tomorrow But I know I got heart Put my feet right on the margin And I just might hit the bottom Throw my hands out on the breeze and let it be
Baby, this is Russian roulette And it ain't my gun. Hallelujah, I ain't dead, yet And I'm still going strong (oh, oh, oh) I don't know about tomorrow But the battle ain't done They say losers are forgotten And I just might hit the bottom But we all gotta take the leap, and let it be
Oh let it be, Oh let it be, Just let it be! Oh oh oh oh Just let it be, baby
It's all been said and done Oh I've done and said it all, hope and pray I think it's time to catch that train I don't know where it starts And I don't know where it ends I guess that's the name of the game, oh oh
Oh, got to let it go Yeah, I got to let it go, Yeah, oh no, oh no! Let it be! Come on, come on! (Let it be, no no no) Let it be, baby
When you're holding on your last breath When you're looking for a way out Oh, let it be! Let it be, let it be, let it be Just let it be!
Writer/s: Rudman Rambali, Timothy Mckenzie Gustave
Publisher: EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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