| Swears she’s okay
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| Don’t need a witness to her feelings
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| She watches them escape, the good ones get away
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| So, cut and paste
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| And the stitches of her feeling unraveling this way
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| Makes her feel ashamed
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| All around her people stare as she slowly falls apart
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| Picking up pieces of her clumsy little heart
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| It’s hard to know where you’re going
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| When you don’t know where to start
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| But that’s just life and that’s the hardest part
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| That’s the hardest part
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| Yeah, that’s the hardest part
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| Spinning off track
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| Hit the red and peddle black
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| Trying to make it pay
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| But it can never walk away
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| Staring at his hand like it somehow holds the future
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| Wondering what went wrong
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| Wrestling the odds
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| All around him people stare as he slowly falls apart
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| Picking up diamonds, spades, clubs and hearts
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| It’s hard to know where you’re going
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| When you don’t know where to start
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| But that’s just life and that’s the hardest part
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| That’s the hardest part
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| Yeah, that’s the hardest part
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| It’s hard to know were we’re going
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| When we don’t, we don’t know where to start
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| That’s the hardest part
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| That’s the hardest part
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| Yeah, that’s the hardest part
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| That’s the hardest part
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| Yeah, that’s the hardest part
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| All around her people stare as she slowly falls apart
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| Picking up pieces of her clumsy little heart
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| It’s hard to know where you’re going
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| When you don’t know where to start
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| But that’s just life and that’s the hardest part |