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Well, she was fifteen going to twenty nine |
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Daddy threw her out |
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Caught her doing a line |
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She still dances to the same old song |
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Preacher's son, class president |
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Say I threw it all away |
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The night we met for a thrill |
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But, you were wrong |
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We was just a-learning |
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No flags were burning |
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Two kids just coming of age |
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And don't try to teach us |
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You're never gonna reach us |
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You and I, we ain't the same |
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I wouldn't want to be you |
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Left stranded |
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The last one standing |
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When it all comes crashing down |
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I wouldn't want to be you |
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Left hiding |
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With your world colliding |
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And the walls come a-tumbling down |
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So put yourself in your shoes man |
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Would you want to be you? |
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I think it's funny how you spin your tongue |
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Try to look good in other peoples eyes |
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Ah, hell if they only knew |
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You said three words, only one is true |
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The other two words they all about you |
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I see right through |
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I wouldn't want to be you |
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Left stranded |
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The last one standing |
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When it all comes crashing down |
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I wouldn't want to be you |
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Left hiding |
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With your World colliding |
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And walls come a tumbling down |
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Put yourself in your shoes, man |
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Would you want to be you? |
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Take it bro |
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We were just a-learning |
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No flags were burning |
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Two kids just coming of age |
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And don't try to teach us |
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You're never gonna reach us |
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You and I, we ain't the same |
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I wouldn't want to be you |
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Left stranded |
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The last one standing |
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When it all comes crashing down |
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I wouldn't want to be you |
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Left hiding |
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With your world colliding |
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And the walls come a-tumbling down |
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I wouldn't want to be you |
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Left stranded |
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The last one standing |
|
When it all comes crashing down |
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I wouldn't want to be you |
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Left hiding |
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With your world colliding |
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And the walls come a-tumbling down |
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Put yourself in your shoes, man |
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You wouldn't want to be you |
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I wouldn't want to be you |
