| It’s Okay,
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| I don’t even cry
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| all I think about is a memory
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| in that dream when you kissed my arm
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| as I look away, don’t hear
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| what I say
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| That maybe when I die
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| I get to be a car
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| driving in the night
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| lighting up the dark.
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| something in your voice
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| sparks a little hope
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| I’ll wait up for that noise
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| your voice becomes my home
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| Long way round, don’t care what I find
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| A little thunder’s good, I thought maybe you would
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| but it’s okay, we all feel left out
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| sometimes growing up, it can get you down.
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| I give you some thing that no one’s gonna to give you
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| my sleepin' skin and my heart deep down in you
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| I’ll never tell you, but you’re my little scar
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| Goodbyes are hard and they’re hard and they’re hard
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| Maybe when I die
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| I get to be a car
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| driving in the night
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| Lighting up the dark
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| Something in your voice,
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| sparks a little hope
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| Ill wait up for that noise
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| your voice become my home |