| Two step in the cut
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| Spotlights in the cut
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| Chances are you never saw
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| What made you who you are
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| So take a bow cause it’s done
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| Your awful dreams are gone
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| And scars remain of running away
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| And hiding 'fore they come
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| See you want a place that’s still
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| Place to cure your ills
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| A place to save your face
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| And keep you calm when you’re uphill
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| You’ll never be the best
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| She’ll never turn you on
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| And scars remain from running away
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| And hiding where you’re from
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| Don’t lose my name
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| It makes me wonder
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| Will I ever be enough?
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| Don’t call again
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| I couldn’t answer
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| My deviation sets it off
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| Choosing what you live for
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| It’s never what you make your life
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| How could you know
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| If you’re squandering your passion for another?
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| Do you ever think, boy?
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| Or does it just feel better alone?
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| Feeling the comfort of sadness in a new set of surroundings
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| Lose my name
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| Call again
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| Choosing what you live for
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| It’s never what you make your life
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| How could you know
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| If you’re squandering your passion for another?
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| Do you ever think, boy?
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| Or does it just feel better alone?
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| Feeling the comfort of sadness in a new set of surroundings
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| Choosing what you live for
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| It’s never what you make your life
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| How could you know
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| If you’re squandering your passion for another?
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| Do you ever think, boy?
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| Or does it just feel better alone?
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| Feeling the comfort of sadness in a new set of surroundings |