| You say you’re too young to know
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| That would’ve been fine 2 or 3 odd years ago
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| It just hurts to see
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| Looking up at me
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| Your fractured soul on fire
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| You wanna be the nice girl
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| The not girl
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| The down to earth but still hot girl
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| The cool girl
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| The sweet girl
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| The any day of the week girl
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| You move out you break down
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| You find yourself a new town
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| You won’t find harmony
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| Cos you’re just a tapestry
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| Made out of broken things
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| You could be anything at all
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| But now you’re just a collage
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| Working in a local bar
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| SO afraid that you could fall
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| It doesn’t take a million answers, from a million places to know one thing
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| Cos you’re just a tapestry
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| Totally incomplete
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| But you still completed me
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| I set myself up to fail
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| Keep my words locked up to no avail
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| It just hurts to know, that not long ago
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| You knew just where we stood
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| I tried to be the right guy
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| The nice guy
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| The listen to what you said guy
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| The fun guy
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| The shy guy
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| The fed up but I still try guy
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| You act out
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| You twist it
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| I bury my words and fix it
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| I needed harmony
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| Cos you’re just a tapestry
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| Made out of broken things
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| You could be anything at all
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| But now you’re just a collage
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| Working in a local bar
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| SO afraid that you could fall
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| It doesn’t take a million answers, from a million places to know one thing
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| Cos you’re just a tapestry
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| Totally incomplete
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| But you still completed me |