| Oh yeah
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| Ahh-ow!
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| You know my name and not my story
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| The things we’ve done and not what we’ve been through
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| The road is home a run for glory
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| A sweeter song but a taste of the Blues
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| Look inside another world everybody
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| And listen to the stories we could tell
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| Raise a glass to freedom
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| Yeah, and raise a little Hell
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| You tell me your lies
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| And I’ll tell you mine
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| And the stories we could tell
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| Uh
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| The rumors fly
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| Some mindless chatter
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| We brave the fires always make it out alive
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| Tears drowned out by laughter
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| Miles and years
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| It’s the heart that really matters
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| Look inside another world everybody
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| And listen to the stories we could tell
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| The things that you believe in just might be a fairy tale
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| You tell me your lies
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| nd I’ll tell you mine
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| Oh, the stories we could tell
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| You know you live your life
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| Through someone else’s eyes
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| But try to walk in my shoes
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| Before you make up your mind
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| Oh- oh- oh- oh-
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| Ooh- woh- oh- oh- woh
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| Look inside another world everybody mmm,
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| and the stories we could tell
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| Raise a glass to freedom
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| Oh yeah
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| Look inside another world everybody yeh-heh
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| And listen to the stories we could tell
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| The things that you believe in just might be a fairy tale
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| You tell me your lies
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| And I’ll tell you mine
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| The stories we could tell
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| Ugh
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| Yes we will
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| Alright baby
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| You sure remember
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| Oh- oh- oh- ooh- woh
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| Ooh- woh- oh- oh
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| Oh- oh- oh- oh |