| Go ahead
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| Throw your rocks at me
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| From your little glass house
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| And then take off running
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| You’re no better than me
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| We’ve both made mistakes, haven’t we?
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| I won’t undo what I’m doing
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| Sit in judgment of what makes us human
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| I don’t claim to be proud
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| But my head won’t be hung in shame
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| I didn’t plan it
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| But the light turned red, and I ran it
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| And I’m still standing
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| It’s not what I wanted, but now that it’s right here
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| I understand it
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| A story written by my own hand
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| It’s life biting right at your heels
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| I didn’t plan it
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| But it’s finally something to feel
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| Oh
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| Look around you
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| Ain’t no saints here, baby
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| We’re all just looking for a little less crazy
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| And sometimes, it’s a hard left turn
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| Down a road you never thought you’d see
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| I didn’t plan it
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| Taking back what’s been taken for granted
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| And I can’t stand it
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| I’m sick of the way I’ve been waiting to break free
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| I needed saving
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| And a good mistake needed making
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| Maybe you need the same thing
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| Something to feel
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| To race through your blood
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| And remind you you’re here
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| To open your eyes and look around
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| And see the sky when you’re underground
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| I didn’t plan it
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| But that’s life
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| And I’m finally feeling alive
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| It’s not right, but it’s mine
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| And it’s finally something to feel |