| In the time it took to pack and leave he could
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| Have come to terms with his disease but he filled his house with gasoline
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| And held the match for everyone to see he cried out to the gathered crowd
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| Look at what you’ve done i hope you’re proud you have made a fool of me
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| When all i’ve ever tried to do is please all of and never me
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| Time it moves so slow, we’re growing old
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| But are we really growing up
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| Things we can’t let go wrap around our throats
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| Until there’s nothing left to do but choke
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| He thought he found the perfect place a little town to bury his mistakes
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| But when he finally settled in the songs about his life began to spin
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| As he heard the broken verse the truth about himself came out and burned
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| His panicked heart’s a starting gun, he hears the beat and feels the need to run
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| To anywhere to anyone
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| Time it moves so slow when you’re futures unknown
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| When what you want is what you had
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| Friends they come and go but you’re always alone
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| After all that is what you’re owed
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| My friend don’t you know you’re making it harder now
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| Than it needs to be just settle down
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| As you lie in your bed and try an relax
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| With you favorite dream it will work out
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| And your family is there we all got your back
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| And they all look so pleased just try and relax |