| I never meant to make it such a mess
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| I never thought that it would go this far
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| So I just stand here sorry
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| Searching for something to say
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| Something to say
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| Words fail, words fail
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| There’s nothing I can say
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| I guess I thought I could be part of this
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| I never had this kind of thing before
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| I never had that perfect girl
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| Who somehow could see the good part of me
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| I never had the dad who stuck it out
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| No corny jokes or baseball gloves
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| No mom who just was there
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| 'Cause mom was all that she had to be
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| That’s not a worthy explanation
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| I know there is none
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| Nothing can make sense of all these things I’ve done
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| Words fail, words fail
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| There’s nothing I can say
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| Except sometimes, you see everything you wanted
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| And sometimes, you see everything you wish you had
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| And it’s right there, right there, right there
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| In front of you
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| And you want to believe it’s true
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| So you make it true
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| And you think maybe everybody wants it
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| And needs it a little bit too
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| This was just a sad invention
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| It wasn’t real, I know
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| But we were happy
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| I guess I couldn’t let that go
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| I guess I couldn’t give that up
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| I guess I wanted to believe
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| 'Cause if I just believe
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| Then I don’t have to see what’s really there
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| No, I’d rather pretend I’m something better than
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| These broken parts
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| Pretend I’m something other than
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| This mess that I am
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| 'Cause then I don’t have to look at it
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| And no one gets to look at it
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| No, no one can really see
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| 'Cause I’ve learned to slam on the brake
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| Before I even turn the key
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| Before I make the mistake
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| Before I lead with the worst of me
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| I never let them see the worst of me
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| 'Cause what if everyone saw?
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| What if everyone knew?
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| Would they like what they saw?
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| Or would they hate it too?
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| Will I just keep on running away from what’s true?
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| All I ever do is run
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| So how do I step in
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| Step into the sun?
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| Step into the sun |