| Used like an old piano played for generations slowly fading out of tune
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| Used like the soles on the bottom of my favorite pair of dancing shoes
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| I know I’m not some bright and shiny polished up car that’s sparkling new
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| Right off the sales room floor
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| Yeah I’ve got some dents and bruises
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| I’ve been dropped and there’s a scar where my heart was broke before
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| But in the end, I’ll be worth a whole lot more
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| Used
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| Used like a book read so many times front to back, it starts to split in two
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| Used like a house where a family lived until they died and there’s a soul in
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| every room
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| I know I’m not some brand new dress, hangin' there perfectly pressed
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| That never has been worn
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| I’ve got some buttons missing and there’s a couple stains
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| In places where the fabric has been torn
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| But in the end, I’ll be worth a whole lot more
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| Used
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| This fragile heart’s been passed around
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| Been ignored and been let down
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| Been learning since the day that I was born
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| But everything that it’s been through has led me down this road to you
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| And I can give like I couldn’t give before
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| In the end, I can love a whole lot more
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| Used |