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Well the songs you sung spiraled |
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And hung 'round like echoes |
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Or ripples on a pond |
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So you circled the globe |
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Spent a year on the road |
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Without ever going home |
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More than a couple of days, |
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Then you'd leave right away |
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Run to a girl you barely know |
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But you like how she sings |
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And you can't help but think |
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That there's something that she knows and could teach you |
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While you're sleeping in that southern state |
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Where the bars are filled with people |
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You can't hate |
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But try as you try |
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You still can't relate to them |
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And you drink that whiskey down |
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As they ask you, "Are you who you say you are?" |
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Are you who you say that you are? |
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Are you who you say that you are, you |
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Are you who you say that you are? |
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Are you who you say you are? |
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The fact that you can't tell |
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Makes us like you even more |
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So now you're trying again |
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Or just visiting friends |
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One that just had his heart broke |
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For the first time in his life |
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He realized there are times |
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When you can't make it alone |
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But now you're giving advice |
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As if you had the right |
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To use a word like "love" |
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No no, it's a negotiable term |
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What gets said's not what's heard |
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So it's different then for everyone |
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But you been hanging 'round |
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That college town |
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With your new life your new lover you've found |
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And you're keeping her up at night |
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Bringing her down |
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She'll watch you drink yourself to death |
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But won't ask you, "is this really what you want?" |
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Is this really what you want? |
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Is this really what you is this what... |
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Is this really what you want? |
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Is this really what you want? |
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Are you just sticking with it now because it's all you've got? |
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Are you just sticking with it now because it's all you've got? |
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Yeah that's it, I think you're sticking with me now |
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Because I'm all you've got |
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Because that's all you've got |
