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I'm not the kind to go out after dark, |
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I've always been afraid to close my eyes and feel, |
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what I'll find. |
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I'm not the man my mother thought I'd be, |
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I've never saved the life of made one up, |
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But it's alright, |
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cause it hasn't hit me yet |
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Do you think you should let me know where to hideaway |
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Do you think you should tell me where to go. |
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No matter where I go, |
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I'll always feel like, |
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that it ain't worth a dime if I can't see what's right, |
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for my eyes. |
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I never understood how far apart it was, |
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the space we left behind from here to someplace new, |
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but I can see it now. |
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Do you think you should let me know where to hideaway, |
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do you think you should tell me where to go. |
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They didn't even think to ask my name, |
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Well I was one of few but it's all the same, |
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How could I know? |
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How could I know? |
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How could I know? |
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That things would go my way. |
