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I'm not ashamed |
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To say that i've loved you well |
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I'm not ashamed |
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To let you know |
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I'm just a name that's all |
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Scratched upon your wall |
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You've used it well but what the hell |
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That's what walls are for |
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I'm not ashamed |
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To listen to the fast-fallin' rain |
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In the morning upon my window |
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I'm not afraid to cry |
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I'm not ashamed to try |
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To be your friend once again |
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'cause that's what's friends are for |
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Friends are for sorting out the hang-ups that we hide |
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Walls are for shutting out the love we feel inside |
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I'm not ashamed no to talk it over once again |
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To rearrange my vocabulary |
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But i can't seem to find |
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Any words to change your mind |
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Because i left them all behind |
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And that's what words are for |
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Words are for explaining the mistakes we might have made |
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Names are for calling when there's nothing left to say |
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I'm not ashamed, no, to say that i've loved you well |
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I'm not ashamed, and yet i know |
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I'm just a name, that's all |
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Scratched upon your wall |
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You've used it well, but what the hell |
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That's what walls are for |
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I'm not ashamed of wearing out my old grey socks |
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Chasing you around the back woods |
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I'm not ashamed to darn |
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Nor to proud to find some yarn |
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To sew them up once again |
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'cause that's what socks are for |
