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Swears she's okay |
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Don't need a witness to her feelings |
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She watches them escape |
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The good ones get away |
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So cut and paste |
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And the stitches of her feeling |
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Unraveling this way |
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Makes her feel ashamed |
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All around her people stare |
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As she slowly falls apart |
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Picking up pieces |
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Of her clumsy little heart |
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It's hard to know where you're going |
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When you don't know where to start |
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But that's just life and that's the hardest part |
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That's the hardest part, yeah, that's the hardest part |
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Spinning off track |
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Hit the red, bet on black |
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Try to make it pay |
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But it can never walk away |
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Staring at his hand |
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Like it somehow holds a future |
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Wondering what went wrong |
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Wrestling the odds |
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All around her people stare |
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As she slowly falls apart |
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Picking up diamonds |
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Spades, clubs and hearts |
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It's hard to know where you're going |
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When you don't know where to start |
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But that's just life and that's the hardest part |
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That's the hardest part, that's the hardest part |
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It's hard to know were we're going, when we don't |
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We don't know where to start, that's the hardest part |
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That's the hardest part, yeah, that's the hardest part |
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That's the hardest part, yeah, that's the hardest part |
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All around her people stare |
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As she slowly falls apart |
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Picking up pieces |
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Of her clumsy little heart |
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It's hard to know where you're going |
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When you don't know where to start |
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But that's just life and that's the hardest part |
