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As we trudge along through the mud |
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And we tried to call it home |
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But we weren't alright, not at all |
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Not for one, for one, for one second |
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Never have been one to write it down |
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Now I think I can |
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I know I'm stronger now |
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Who's looking south |
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Not me I'm not looking back |
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I'm done denying the truth to anyone |
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Cause I'm alive |
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As we trudge along through the mud |
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And we tried to call it home |
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But we weren't alright, not at all |
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Not for one, for one, for one second |
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You showed me how |
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You seemed to find a hole |
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But I just laughed and smiled |
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Begged and rolled my eyes |
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Even cried and |
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Denied the truth to you |
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Just like the truth to me |
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Mostly lied |
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I'm not going to look back |
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Make some noise Los Angeles! |
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White it out like glittering wax |
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butterflies |
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I'm not going to look back |
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White it out like glittering wax |
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I'm not going to look back |
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White it out like glittering wax |
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butterflies |
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Never have been one to write it down |
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Now I think I can |
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I know I'm stronger now |
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Who's looking south |
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Not me I'm not looking back |
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I'm done denying the truth to anyone |
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Cause I'm alive |
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The Used-Maybe Memories |
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I'm not going to look back |