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Five minutes 'til the curtain goes up |
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And how I hate myself for thinking of you |
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So in the past, but the memory lasts |
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Of how you hated everything that I'd do |
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You never paid attention |
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To dreams I'd mention |
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You'd just go out your way to simply ignore |
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You'd say your're never gonna make it |
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Bring your feet back down to the floor |
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...But no more... |
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Chorus |
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Now my band is playing |
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I hear you saying |
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"Ain't that the girl that I use to know?" |
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My fans are screaming, no I'm not dreaming |
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Now I don't search for your face in my sold out crowd anymore |
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Oh Oh |
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Oh yeah |
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Yeah that's my song on the radio |
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Now that I'm flying you'll be the one that's saying "oh" |
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"Ain't that the girl I used to know?" |
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So it off |
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Yeah I'm ready to rock |
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There's no place on earth that I'd rather be oohh ooh ooh ohh |
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Center stage and the band starts to play |
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And the entire world is feeling the heat |
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But I don't feel the pressure |
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It's so familiar |
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I ran this scene a million times in my head |
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I took the pain you caused me and I put it in a song instead, instead |
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Chorus |
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Bridge |
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You want your name on the back stage listed? |
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You really think I would? |
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You made me laugh whatcha' thinking about? |
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Security will just show you the way out |
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Now my band is playing |
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I hear you saying |
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"Ain't that the girl that I use to know?" |
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My fans are screaming, no I'm not dreaming |
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Now I don't search for your face in my sold out crowd anymore |
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Oh Oh |
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Oh yeah |
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Yeah that's my song on the radio |
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Now that I'm flying you'll be the one that's saying "oh" |
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"Ain't that the girl I used to know?" |
