Sometimes we fall down and can’t get back up

We’re hiding behind skin that’s too tough

How come we don’t say “I love you” enough

Till it’s too late

It’s not too late


Our hearts are hungry for a food that won’t come

And we could make a feast from these crumbs

And we’re all staring down the barrel of a gun

So if your life flashed before you

What would you wish you would’ve done


Yeah… We gotta start


Lookin’ at the hand of the time we’ve been given here

This is all we got and we gotta start pickin’ it

Every second counts on a clock that’s tickin’

Gotta live like we’re dying

We only got


eighty six four hundred seconds in a day to

Turn it all around or throw it all away

We gotta tell ’em that we love ’em

While we got the chance to say

Gotta live like we’re dying


And if your plane fell out of the skies

Who would you call with your last goodbyes

Should be so careful who we left off out our lives

So when we long for absolution

There’ll no one on the line


You never know a good thing till it’s gone

You never see a crash till it’s head on

All the people right when we’re dead wrong

You never know a good thing till it’s gone


Gotta live like we’re dying

Like we’re dying


(Live Like We’re Dying – The Script / Kris Allen)



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