| An awkward girl with her guitar
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| Keeping to herself
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| Friday nights alone
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| With the records on her shelf
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| A waitress pouring gingerale and coke
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| Someone you ask out as a joke
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| I’ve been that girl who fades away
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| Accepting what I’ve got
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| Stuck in what I am
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| And everything I’m not
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| I’ve only seen this tiny world I’m in
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| Where I can only be what I’ve been
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| See a world beautiful and strange
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| Spinning of somewhere
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| Saying meet me there
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| Look, look how fast it runs away
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| Singing follow close and reach for me
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| See that you’ve got so much more to be
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| Before it’s over
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| Before it’s over
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| I can’t go write another song
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| I’m too afraid to play
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| Or dream how things could change
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| But only see what’s in my way
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| I can’t go back to what I was before
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| Now that I can see so much more
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| See a world beautiful and strange
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| On a one way track and it won’t come back
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| Look, look how fast it runs away
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| Singing follow close and reach for me
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| See that you’ve got so much more to be
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| Before it’s over
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| I never even knew a world was waiting
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| Somehow something awful made that world appear |
| Maybe this sounds crazy but I’m happy that it happened
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| Happy that I came
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| Happy that I’m here
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| I can see a world beautiful and strange
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| Can you see it too?
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| It’s so close, don’t let it get away
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| There’s so much to do
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| Before it’s over |