| Looked down the hallway to the mirror
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| Noticed all those stretch marks
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| From when I was 15
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| And I smoked too much weed
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| Those marks remind me
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| Of scars behind me
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| Now that I’m wiser
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| I know it was just an opportunity
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| To grow and be on my own
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| But not alone
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| Those marks are mine
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| And they don’t pay no fines
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| Ahhh
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| I should’ve known better
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| I asked for sugar when I should’ve been making bread
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| I was afraid of my demons but now we’re hanging
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| Don’t want to be with you, man
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| I want to be in the band
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| No here’s a lighter, toke an antidote for your ego stroke
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| We are not prisoners just friends in the rope
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| Braid those frays
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| Keep it all contained
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| I am a wise gal
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| Shoulda told you, woulda told you if you
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| Would’ve listened to me
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| Speaking about all my dreaming
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| Aw that’s okay, I only know
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| My half of the half of the half of the half
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| Ahhh
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| I should’ve known better
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| I asked for sugar when I should’ve been making bread
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| I was afraid of my demons but now we’re shaking hands
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| Don’t want to be with you man
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| I want to be in the band
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| I asked for honey when I should’ve been making my money
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| I wasted time riding shotgun with beaus in their buggies
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| Give me another hand
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| I want to be in the band
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| Whatcha gonna do with those bees in your bonnet?
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| Oh sweet Jesus, I think they’re hornets
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| Maybe you’ll get lucky and they’ll still make honey
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| Give it to your monkey
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| It’ll be so nice
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| I asked for sugar when I should’ve been making bread
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| I was afraid of my demons but now we chillin'
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| Don’t want to be with you man
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| I want to be in the band
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| I asked for sugar
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| I should’ve taken it
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| Just like you took it |