| I remember my first heartache
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| Learning all the different ways a heart could break
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| I took off to San Francisco Bay grieving
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| Then there was the one in Tennessee
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| That one nearly was the end of me
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| So sweet but looks can be deceiving
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| I had lots of big plans for tomorrow
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| Most of them probably wouldn’t come true
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| And maybe it’s a bitter pill to swallow
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| But it led me here to this sweet life beside you
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| I lived with someone up in Providence
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| Looking back it didn’t make a lot of sense
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| One of us was always on the fence or leaving
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| Then there was the one in Oregon
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| Who wanted me to be a born again
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| So I was shown the door again for being a heathen
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| I had lots of big plans for tomorrow
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| Most of them never did come true
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| And maybe it’s a bitter pill to swallow
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| But it led me here to this sweet life beside you
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| Now there’s music in the kitchen
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| Laughter down the hall
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| I didn’t know what I was missing
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| But I almost missed it all
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| Sweet life, sweet life
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| Sweet life beside you
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| Sweet life beside you
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| Sweet life beside you
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| Sweet life beside you |