| Sometimes good intentions
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| Don’t come across so well.
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| Get me analyzing everything that
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| ain’t worth thinking 'bout
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| Just cause I ain’t lived through,
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| The same hand that was dealt to you
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| Doesn’t make me any less
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| Or make any more of you.
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| I wouldn’t trade my best day.
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| So you could validate
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| All your fears.
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| And if I’ve only got one shot
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| Won’t waste it on a shadow box
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| I’ll stand right here
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| It’s all talk, talk, talk
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| Talkin' in the wind
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| It only slows you down
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| If you start listenin'
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| And it’s a whole lot harder to shine,
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| Than undermine
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| Yeah, undermine
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| First mile is always harder
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| When you’re leaving what you know
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| Won’t blame you if you stay here
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| Waving to me as I go Always wished the best for you
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| Thought that you would see me through my wildest dreams
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| Yeah, the ones you thought I’d never make
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| Still, you would trade your best day
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| Just to have your way
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| All these years
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| And if you only had one shot
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| Maybe all this talk
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| Would disappear
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| It’s a whole lot harder to shine
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| Yeah, it’s a whole lite harder to shine,
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| Than undermine
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| Yeah, undermine
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| Sometimes good intentions
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| Don’t come across so well… |