| Don’t think that I don’t see the way you struggle
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| Watching me struggle
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| Don’t think that I don’t feel you turn away
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| Every time I turn away
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| And please believe that I believe
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| When i’m praying
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| That you’re right beside me praying
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| For the same thing
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| You’re 5' 3″ born in Carolina
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| Front pew pretty
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| And Friday night free
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| You’re dashboard singing
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| Little red Corvette
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| Sweet as forgiveness
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| From the moment that we met
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| I never knew I had a fighter
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| I know when you’re silent
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| The silence says more than a scream
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| And I know when you say that you hate me
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| It ain’t what you mean
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| When you say that you’ll leave and you’ll leave
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| But only for a while
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| For just a while
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| You’re stubborn and strong
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| Crazy as new orleans
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| Your faded blue denim
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| A diamond on the town
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| My t-shirt in the morning
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| Midnight in my hands
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| At day you’re still here, i just don’t understand
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| Never knew I had a fighter
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| Just when I thought I knew everything about you
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| You’re 5' 3″ born in carolina
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| Still front pew pretty
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| And friday night free
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| You’re dashboard singing
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| Little red Corvette
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| Sweet as forgiveness
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| From the moment that we met
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| I Never knew I had a fighter
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| I Never knew I had a fighter
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| Please believe that I believe when i’m praying that you’re right beside me
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| praying
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| Never knew I had a fighter |