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I've been scraped and I've been bruised |
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I never had a love like this to lose |
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Yeah! |
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Stealing your hear like an old t-shirt you'll never throw away |
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Living it up like old furniture, walked past every day. |
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Will you stay up with me long enough to hear me sing? |
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My voice ain't much, always wished it were prettier |
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But I never could sit to learn |
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It's all the same, wind up to hit and it fades |
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The life the game, wind up to hit and it fades |
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It's me you carry, your gold-leaf obituary |
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Woa-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh, I know what they're saying about me |
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The faces are changing, the sentiment is rearranging |
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Woa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, they'll all have nightmares about me on my best days |
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I've been scraped and I've been bruised but |
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never had a love like this to lose |
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What did you think it was? Don't you get what you are? |
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The weight we're gonna' break free from and rise above |
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It's funny how those that don't do, speak tons |
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It's all the same, wind up to hit and it fades |
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The life the game, wind up to hit and it fades |
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It's me you carry, your gold-leaf obituary |
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Woa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I know what they're saying about me |
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The faces are changing, the sentiment is rearranging |
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Woa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, they'll all have nightmares about me on my best days. |
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Cheap bets and ankle weights, full fledge disarray |
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But they're out best days, what did you think they were? |
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To you it's all the same but I'm learning to let it fade |
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It's me you carry, your gold-leaf obituary |
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Woa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I know what they're saying about me |
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The faces are changing, the sentiment is rearranging |
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Woa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, they'll all have nightmares about me |
