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[ti:After 17] |
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[ar:Alan Jackson] |
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"After 17" |
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Her right hand closed the front porch door |
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Suddenly a child no more |
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All the ribbons all the bows in a box now on her closet floor |
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Anxious for whats to come |
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Afraid to leave a place she loves |
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Shes not a woman not a girl |
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Trying to find her place in this crazy world |
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Meet a lover make a friend |
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Try and figure out what this life really means |
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After 17 |
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Broken hearts and rusted dreams |
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Sometimes make it hard to leave and |
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Certainty is out of reach even with some self belief |
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So she bites her lip and shows a smile |
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Flips her hair and flaunts her style |
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Shes not a woman not a girl |
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Trying to find her place in this crazy world |
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Meet a lover make a friend |
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Try and figure out what this life really means |
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After 17 |
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Her memories she stowed away |
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Pulls them out on rainy days |
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And brand new faces take their place beside the ones that never fade |
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Shes strong and fragile,weak and smart |
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Whatever the cost she plays the part |
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Shes not a woman not a girl |
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Trying to find her place in this crazy world |
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Meet a lover make a friend |
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Try and figure out what this life really means |
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After 17 |
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Her right hand closed the front porch door |
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And suddenly a child no more. |
