| I’ve never wanted more, more than I’ve had
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| But you came into my life, like I’ve never being bad
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| And you came from nowhere, and you swallowed me whole
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| Seemed like I hadn’t seen colour until I watched you dance alone
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| Maybe times absolved me
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| Maybe you’re the reason why
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| I can’t seem to walk away
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| Why I’ll take the gun and bury it three feet
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| You know I’ve always been a back seat driver
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| With a tendency to turn the car around
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| I’ve taken way more than I’ve given
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| I’ve never left this borrowed ground
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| And when the cold comes
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| And then my eyes shut
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| That’s when you’ll walk away
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| Why I’ll find the gun and bring it back inside
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| Maybe times absolved me
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| Maybe you’re the reason why
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| I can’t seem to walk away
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| Why I’ll find the gun and bring it back inside
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| You know I’ve always been a back seat driver
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| With a tendency to turn the car around
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| I’ve taken way more than I’ve given
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| I’ve never left this borrowed ground
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| And when the cold comes
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| And then my eyes shut
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| That’s when you’ll walk away
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| Why I’ll find the gun and bring it back inside |