Impossible

Album: Sun Midnight Sun (2012)
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  • Is it impossible, to learn to love
    Start giving all I've got to give
    Find out what I'm in it all
    Until all the tides and the side
    And I'll find someone my way
    If it isn't impossible
    Why wouldn't you be here?

    Is it impossible
    To be truly loved?
    The answer to somebody's question
    I've been in search of
    To be one and for and I am midnight moon
    You're midnight sun
    If it isn't impossible
    Why couldn't you be that one?

    Is it impossible, to learn to love
    Start giving all I've got to give
    Find out what I'm in it all
    Until all the tides and the side
    And I'll find someone my way
    If it isn't impossible
    Why wouldn't you be here? Writer/s: ANDY JOHN WATKINS, PAUL DAVID WILSON, TRACY ACKERMAN
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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