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he met this girl from reno |
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whose life was a competition. |
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she looked just like a china doll |
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with porcelain skin she knew he'd let her win. |
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so he fell for her, |
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as if he fell from his mother into the arms of a lover. |
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and he swore not to leave her side, |
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for better or for worse (whichever comes first). |
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sadly the latter arose. |
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she met this boy from omaha |
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whose life was handed to him... |
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but still, he wanted everything. |
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his dreams were his ruin, |
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and she couldn't wake him up. |
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but the bough broke and he fell. |
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like the time he fell from his mother |
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into the arms of a doctor. |
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so he cried like that first day of his life. |
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he knew he had broken this beautiful porcelain |
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and how could their world be the same? |
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and so it never was the same. |
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she whispers his name, |
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"i'll stay if you want, but i could never be who you |
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imagined me to be i'll stay i don't know what else to do... |
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but i can't change for you i won't change for you" |
