| Ultimately I don’t understand a thing
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| I try to do the best I can
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| I know you try to do the same
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| We’re just so bound to make mistakes
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| You could call it a disposition
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| I apologize for all your tears
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| I wish I could be different
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| But I’m still growing up
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| Into the one you can call your love
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| I don’t know if I’ll ever be enough
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| I’m throwing in my chips
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| I guess I tend to push my luck
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| And ultimately I believe we’ll be okay
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| It’s so cliché to say these things, but repetition is a key
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| I think I’m better when I’m with you
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| But I worry when you’re gone
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| I think I need to learn to love myself
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| I must learn to be strong
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| So for now we’ll say goodbye
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| Although it pains me in my heart
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| Your words they come to me in memories
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| They sing to me like songs
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| It won’t be long until I’m here
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| Soon I’ll make my arrival
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| Under shady trees
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| A quiet street
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| The roads that I have traveled
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| Ultimately it’s a beautiful thing
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| Like flowers blooming in a lonely field
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| The petals drift through crossing winds
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| They find their way to river streams
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| That scent the water beautifully, it takes me back to you
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| It takes me back to you |