| Been busted in Texas
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| Seen my share of Colorado rain
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| I’ve seen the anxiety every high school kid feels
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| Growing up on the Kansas plain
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| I’ve looked to the East coast
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| Still idling in rush hour hell
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| And the west coast keeps dreaming things are tough all over
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| But for me it’s just as well
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| She isn’t mine
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| She isn’t mine
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| She isn’t mine
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| She isn’t mine
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| I promised myself I was done, and I could walk away
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| But now I am just on the run and with nowhere to stay
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| I think of her often and dream of how different I’d be
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| Because it can hurt so much that I panic in the pain
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| So changeless I want to change me
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| 'Cause she isn’t mine
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| She isn’t mine
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| She isn’t mine
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| She isn’t mine
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| Every mention of you
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| Yeah, it splits me in two
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| 'Cause it feels so good
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| But I promised I would
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| Keep it easy and fun
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| But when you’re on the run
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| You scavenge to live
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| And what I just wouldn’t give
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| I tell myself forget her
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| That it’s only for the better
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| But I can’t help devise
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| Some added surprise
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| To keep her in contact
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| To feel her react to me
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| Feel her attract to me
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| But it’s so abstract to me
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| She isn’t mine
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| She isn’t mine
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| She isn’t mine
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| She isn’t mine
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| Isn’t mine |