| Seventeen, I’m drinking out the bottle
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| Fifteen, not thinking about tomorrow
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| Thirteen, I’m chasing dreams
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| Twenty-four now, out on tour
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| Twenty-one, I’m drowning out from sorrow
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| Failing college and I’m stuck here at a crossroad
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| Eighteen, I need release
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| Battling insecurities
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| Oooh
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| I’m always at the end of the road
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| Always trying to see how it goes
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| I don’t know
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| Oooh
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| I’m always trying to get out my way
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| Always thinking it stays the same
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| The only thing that it does is change
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| Twenty-two, living in a small apartment
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| Momma sick, work late so I can pay rent
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| Nine I was, bright-eyed
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| Writing songs that could get me by
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| Bottom line, there will always be a reason
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| To be scared or to be what I believe in
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| Rest assured, as long as I’m breathing
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| I’m not running, I’m not leaving
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| Oooh
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| I’m always at the end of the road
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| Always trying to see how it goes
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| I don’t know
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| Oooh
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| I’m always trying to get out my way
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| Always thinking it stays the same
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| Only thing that it does is change
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| Oooh
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| I’m always at the end of the road
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| Always trying to see how it goes
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| I don’t know
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| Oooh
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| I’m always trying to get out my way
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| Always thinking it stays the same
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| Only thing that it does is change |