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The beauty of love is the courage it takes |
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The break the evolving chain |
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But the problem with life is you can't do it twice |
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And you don't understand why you came |
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You came from the hills of an old logging town |
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I remember the sound of the road |
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And the silence that speaks in a small town like this |
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Its secrets in all of its homes |
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I remember the way that your body would lay |
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In my arms as we tried to forget |
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And the way your eyes stare up at the sky |
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Even when were inside our home |
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Said I would always be home |
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Said I would always be home |
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Said I would never lock you outside |
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Outside |
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And I saw you walking today |
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You were standing alone outside |
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So I stared at your back as you stared |
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At the sky |
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Was afraid that you might turn around |
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Was afraid that you might see me |
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So I turned my face down to the ground |
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To hide |
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When you turned it was somebody else |
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When you turned it was somebody else |
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When you turned it was somebody else |
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Outside, outside |
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It will always be somebody else |
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It will always be somebody else |
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It will always be somebody else |
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It will always be somebody else |
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It will always be somebody else |
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It will always be somebody else |
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It will always be somebody else |
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It will always be somebody else |
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Outside, outside |
