| When I saw her standing there, with her bright eyes and shining hair
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| She was looking back at me
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| Some are meant to sing, some are meant to talk
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| And some aren’t meant to say a thing
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| But when she opened up her mouth and that sweet voice came out
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| I lost track of my own name
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| Now she’s found herself, and I lost mine and I’m just another guy
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| Who can’t give her anything
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| Well the drifter, he holds on to his youth just like
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| It was money in the bank
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| And «Lord knows, I can’t change» sounds better in the song
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| Than it does with hell to pay
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| I might as well have slipped that ring on her finger from a window of a van
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| As it drove away
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| 'Cause now she’s found herself, and I lost mine and I’m just another guy
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| Who can’t give her anything
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| Well, dreams are given to you when you’re young enough to dream them
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| Before they can do you any harm
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| They don’t start to hurt, until you try to hold on to them
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| After seeing what they really are
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| She used to dream 'em with me, every single crazy one
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| Until they started hurting her too, now she’s got some of her own
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| And outgrowing me might be the best thing for her
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| She’s ever done
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| A light that’s meant to shine as bright as hers can’t be kept
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| In the shadows for too long
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| A heart that wants to live and a soul that wants to give
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| Can’t just sit at home alone
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| Lord, she’s give me everything and never wanted anything I couldn’t give
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| Just what was inside of me
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| And now she’s found herself, and I lost mine and I’m just another guy
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| Who can’t give her anything
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| Now she’s found herself, and I lost mine and I’m just another guy
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| Who can’t give her anything |