| Verse 1:
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| That same road that brought you here
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| Will sure as hell take you home
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| The life you left behind will have you back
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| Verse 2:
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| When you’re tired of paying dues
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| You wanna choose some Broadway blues
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| And any fool will tell you
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| The damn old deck is stacked
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| Chorus
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| What if you’re just a vessel?
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| And God gave you something special?
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| It ain’t yours to throw away,
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| It ain’t yours to throw away.
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| Every time you open up your mouth,
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| Diamonds come rolling out.
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| It ain’t yours to throw away.
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| No
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| Verse 3:
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| And all of the players
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| The movers and shakers
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| The story maker shoots
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| They have gone home
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| You drew the last slot
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| You thought it was your shot
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| But now it’s just one more chance blown
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Bridge:
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| And our town is cold as January
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| Life comes true, dreams get buried
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| Every day, destiny won’t be denied
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| Final Chorus:
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| It ain’t yours to throw away
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| No, it ain’t yours to throw away
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| Cuz every time you open up your mouth
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| Diamonds come rolling out
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| It ain’t yours to throw away
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| It ain’t yours to throw away
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| Throw away |