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She's got a bumper like a billboard |
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Covered in stickers of her favorite bands |
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She's got a handful of records that she turns to |
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When she needs to land |
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She's a Saturday night parade through the streets |
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That all eyes come to see including me |
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She carries memories around like souvenirs down in her pockets |
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She should have let some go by now but can't seem to drop it |
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Says forgiveness ain't nothing but a lifeless tire on the shoulder of her soul |
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That never rolls |
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Chorus: For as much as she stumbled she's runnin' |
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For as much as she runs she's still here |
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Always hoping to find something quicker than |
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Heaven To make the damage of her days disappear |
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Just like |
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Guinevere |
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Just like |
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Guinevere |
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She don't hold onto nothin' new for very long |
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Yeah she writes you in as just one more tale and then you're gone ' |
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Cause she once fell hard 'cause she dropped her guard |
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And no one gets to stay it's just too late |
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Repeat Chorus |
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For as much as she stumbled she's runnin' |
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For as much as she runs she's still here |
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Repeat Chorus |
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Lean into me |
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Guinevere |
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Be mine tonight |
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Guinevere |
