| She left for Austin suitcase in her hand
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| So torn and tired of no one understanding her
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| She worked the nights just to make the rent
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| She spends those hours there just thinking of the way it should’ve been
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| Maybe what it all comes down to
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| Maybe what it all comes down to
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| Sometimes your world gets caught beneath the undertow
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| Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it’s both
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| Sometimes your world gets caught beneath the undertow
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| You’re not alone, you’re not alone
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| No-oh, oh-oh
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| She’s never seen the ocean but it’s right there in her mind
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| Bare feet running in the water, she goes there every time
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| She wears her heartache, she wears that cotton dress
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| We all got scars we try to hide, we’re all the same I guess
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| Maybe what it all comes down to
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| Maybe what it all comes down to
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| Sometimes your world gets caught beneath the undertow
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| Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it’s both
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| Sometimes your world gets caught beneath the undertow
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| You’re not alone
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| Give it all to find yourself
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| Give it all to find yourself
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| Give it all to find yourself
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| You’re ready to find new love
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| Sometimes your world gets caught beneath the undertow
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| Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it’s both
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| Sometimes your world gets caught beneath the undertow
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| You’re not alone, you’re not alone
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| No-oh, no-oh
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| No, you’re not alone, no
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| No, you’re not alone, no
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| Yeah, we got so much to give, oh |