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13 in the thick of a cornfield |
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I learned to fight, keep roads tied, and not chill |
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Never did change, stayed strange, hopped a train |
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My first chance I got out of SmallVille |
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Life has it's way of movin' you on, don't it? |
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My first stop was a pawn shop |
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Dropped a pretty penny for a cheap fender with a song in it |
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I had a quick right hand, and an old band |
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I thought good friends would make a good band |
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Life has it's way of provin' you wrong, don't it? |
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I've been right and I've been wrong |
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Somewhere in between for so long |
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Live the night, miss the light, and I've been shown it |
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Life has it's way of keepin' you strong, don't it? |
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So there I was, a long way from nowhere |
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Fried mind, spare time and a blank stare |
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I was just numb enough not to feel a thang |
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After all we didn't share a set of rings |
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Besides, how bad could it be! |
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She never found out I'd never come clean |
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Life has it's way of leadin' you on, don't it? |
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I've been right and I've been wrong |
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Somewhere in between for so long |
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Live the night, miss the light, and I've been shown it |
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Life has it's way of keepin' you strong, don't it? |
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Well now, have you ever been down the old back road? |
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On time borrowed |
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It's a trip, it's a bitch, it's an on and off light switch |
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Nobody follows |
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Everybody's got their own past |
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Skeletons to stash, don't look back if you do laugh |
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Life has it's way of movin' you on, don't it? |
