| Ill shed some light on the mystery
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| Of why I kicked her out on Independence Day
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| With the fireworks burning I found myself learning
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| Couldnt lay in my bed the same way
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| Stand by me thats what she said if the shit hit the fan
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| Would you stand by me,
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| Stand by me
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| Well, here I am
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| Here I am
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| 6 oclock in the city
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| The shade was fighting back with the morning sun
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| Then the alarm started ringin
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| Her curls fell round her
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| She asked me when the buses run
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| And the phones been ringing since Monday
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| Shes looking for a place where she can talk all alone
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| But here I am
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| Here I am
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| I know your tricks, your magic
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| But I dont know what your truth is about
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| If you paint the daylight tragic
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| Youre never gonna figure it out
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| Out
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| From a chair in the kitchen
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| I watched her live her life in a batting cage
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| Swingin through jobs, through her family
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| Then it hit me, it grabbed me
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| Shes winding up like Satchel Page
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| And I could hear the crash of the fireworks
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| Bringing in the light through the windows and doors
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| It lit a little matchbox found in the kitchen
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| I read the name and number and I fell on the floor
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| But here I am
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| Here I am
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| Here I am
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| I know your tricks, your magic
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| Now I know just what your truth is about
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| If you paint the daylight tragic
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| Youre never gonna figure it out
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| Out
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| Stand by me
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| Thats what you said
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| You said youd stand by me
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| Stand by me
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| Here I am
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| Here I am |