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As always i stop to speak |
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Some girls like to say their piece |
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As always i turn to you |
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Don't understand what you're doing |
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And |
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Light up this town |
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Grow weary and back down |
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It's such an amazing sight |
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To be found - |
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Little sister leaving town |
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Says the poet "i won't grass" |
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Some things are better left and not taken to task |
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I guess i knew she was a rose |
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She knows what hurts and how to hold |
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If your daddy he turned round |
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Let the grass around him scream the sound |
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I'm so sorry for these tales you're telling |
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Sometimes you can't account |
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Light up this town |
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Grow weary and back down |
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It's such an amazing sight |
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To be found - |
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Little sister leaving town |
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And sometimes it's absurd |
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A minor triumph when you hear the words |
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"i'm just trying to stake my place |
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No real fears upon this face" |
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And my wishes |
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Nobody says |
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All the signs when i cross the days |
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I'm just holding back for you |
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Sometimes that helps too |
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Light up this town |
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Grow weary and back down |
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It's such an amazing sight |
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To be found - |
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Little sister leaving town |
