| 32 years old, some say I left it all
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| Some say I gained a little more
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| When I’m further down the road
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| I’m still a wanderer
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| And grace still ain’t brought me home
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| You ain’t used to talking about it
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| My prayers
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| Oh but I try to give you my all
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| Oh I try you and said it was my fault
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| Yeah, I try not to stumble and fall
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| But you don’t love me
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| You don’t love me anymore
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| A little paper and a pen
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| A few struggle chords
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| From a drummer’s swollen hand
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| But it was never quite enough
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| For you to see me with my heart
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| Instead of being someone tough
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| Oh and I’ve written hundreds of songs
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| But not a single one could keep you at home
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| Oh but I try to give you my all
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| Oh I try you and said it was my fault
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| Yeah, I try not to stumble and fall
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| But you don’t love me
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| You don’t love me anymore
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| You don’t love me
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| But I try to give you my all
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| I try you said it was my fault
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| I try not to stumble and fall
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| But you don’t love me
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| You don’t love me anymore
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| Oh but I try to give you my all
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| Oh I try you and said it was my fault
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| Yeah, I try not to stumble and fall
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| But you don’t love me
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| You don’t love me anymore |