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He knew he wasn't perfect |
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But he always did his best to get under the surface |
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Not a saint, not a serpent |
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He just wanted everyone to be impressed with him as a person |
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So when she came along with the sunbeam |
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Self-esteem stopped making nothing outta somethings |
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Leaving the scene was unseen, I mean |
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It was the first time he ever felt the need to keep the gun clean |
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Do the math |
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He knew he had to choose a path |
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Gotta get that girl, gotta make her laugh |
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Gotta shake the past and move forwards |
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Gotta make this last, it feels gorgeous |
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But she had a lover in the mid-west |
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Never figured out how to get him off her thick chest |
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Just like that everything is gone |
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He didn't wanna but he had to learn the words so he could sing along |
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(chorus) |
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Everything is all I have to give you |
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And I'm afraid it ain't enough |
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And you're not so young that you believe me |
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Just because I say its love |
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And even if they come to steal you tomorrow |
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I'll know my smile was yours |
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Go ahead and chase your dreams and your freedom |
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Run, run wild wild horses |
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You can't tame these horses |
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You can't tame these horses, no |
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You can't tame these horses |
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You can't tame these horses |
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Sometimes it can be so nice, right? |
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Sometimes she feel herself turn into the wife type |
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And when its dark, sometimes hes the night light |
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But most of the time she doesn't even feel lifelike |
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She got a man but he thinks hes a star |
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And it feels like she has to compete with the bar |
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She keeps up her guard but it seems so hard |
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Momma never told her she would see those scars |
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Every night hes out doin who knows whom |
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While she cries along like a new show tune |
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Last call past, is he comin home soon? |
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Or is he gonna run away with the dish and the spoon? |
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She'll realize she don't want that clown |
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Leave those shoes at the lost and found |
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He wont catch on until shes not around |
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After somebody else already locked that down |
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We sing... |
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He didn't want her to see him leave |
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And he couldn't keep sittin there watchin her sleep |
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Cause he knows if he hangs out for a few hours |
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He'll dig another hole tryin to plant some new flowers |
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But the sun don't shine under the table |
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He's tryin to hold his life together with staples |
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No investment cause hes incapable |
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And hes on the outro of being labeled available |
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The word on the street is his girls comin back home |
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No more alone, no more sad poems |
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No after-bar calls to the cell phone |
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Its time to walk a new path and grow a backbone |
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Shoved into the big book of just friends |
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Wondering how he would look as a husband |
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And everyone of em he ever allowed to love him |
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Now watching from the crowd tryin to be proud of him |
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They say... |
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