| Spread the map on the table, with the coffee stain
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| Put your finger on the places, show me where you’ve been
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| Is that California, where your teardrops dried?
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| You drew a circle around Georgia, can you tell me why?
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| I see shoulda beens, coulda beens
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| Written all over your face
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| Wrong turns and bridges burned
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| Things you wanna change
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| It’s history
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| You can’t rewrite it
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| You’re not meant to be trapped inside it
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| Every tear brought you here
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| Every sorrow gathered
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| Yeah, it’s history
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| And every mile mattered
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| Mattered, mattered, mattered
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| Mattered, mattered, mattered
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| Get the box off the top shelf, with the black and white
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| Snapshots of your old self, in a better light
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| Ghosts and regrets back again, I can see it in your eyes
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| Send them home, let 'em go
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| Don’t you think it’s time? |
| Yeah
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| It’s history
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| You can’t rewrite it
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| You’re not meant to be trapped inside it
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| Every tear brought you here
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| Every sorrow gathered
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| It’s history
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| And every mile mattered
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| And every road and every bend
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| Every bruise and bitter end
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| All you squandered, all you spent
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| It mattered, it mattered
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| Mercy always finds a way
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| To wrap your blisters up in grace
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| And every highway you’d erase
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| It mattered, it mattered
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| But it’s history
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| It don’t define you
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| You’re free to leave
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| It all behind you
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| Every tear brought you here
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| Every sorrow gathered
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| It’s history
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| And every mile mattered!
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| Every mile mattered! |