| Broken on the inside, that’s what I used to say
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| Then I’d pack my bags, raise a white flag and drive away
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| I thought that’s what made me strong
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| Well, I was young, I was wrong
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| And I ain’t leaving any more
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| I’m not walking out that door
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| No more running away
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| Made up my mind to stay
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| I’m gonna stand my ground
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| Stare my demons down
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| I ain’t leaving
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| I don’t know when it happened
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| But I turned a corner somewhere on the road
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| And on this side of those stubborn years
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| Somehow, I’m not so broken any more
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| I pushed away what I should’a held
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| Yeah, but sorrow taught me well
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| And I ain’t leaving any more
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| I’m not walking out that door
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| No more running away
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| I made up my mind to stay
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| I’m gonna stand my ground
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| Stare my demons down
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| I ain’t leaving
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| There’s still a whisper in my ear
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| That I’m trying not to hear
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| Haunted voices from my past
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| Promises of greener grass
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| Speaking to me everyday
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| Fighting hard to have their way
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| But I ain’t leaving any more
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| I’m not walking out that door
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| No more running away
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| I made up my mind to stay
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| I wanna find out what it’s like
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| To live a different kind of life
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| To hang around and fight
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| For something I believe in
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| I ain’t leaving
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| I ain’t leaving
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| Broken on the inside
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| That’s what I used to say |