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I feel what's best for everyone is to forget about me when I'm gone |
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Because it hurts to be missed and no one is deserving this |
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With my back to a hardwood floor |
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I understand that I'm not a provider but a center divider |
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I got lanes to explain the different ways I behave |
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A life thats a detour to where I am not sure |
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But if the sun is in my eyes I think I'm doing the right thing |
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I rely on exit signs, and destination times |
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And this drive that knows me better than I think I know myself |
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With that being said I won't play pretend |
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That I'm not growing up, that I'm not giving in |
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Late nights and all night drives are the reason why I'm alive |
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And I'm not going anywhere |
