| I pack my bags with no regret
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| I was gone before the first goodbye was said
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| It’s just easier that way
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| And since that day it’s all I’ve known
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| Leaving is the start of coming home
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| That’s all that keeps me sane
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| It’s a, a different world between plastic keys and elevators
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| Funny how a dream can make you cry
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| It’s a, a different world between pots and pans and kitchen tables
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| But I wouldn’t change a minute of my life
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| Ooh, but I wouldn’t change a minute of my life
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| Wake up calls and carpet floors
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| Sleeping in a room that’s never yours
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| Watching TV on demand
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| To a broken couch and a
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| And knowing that I wake up in your arms
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| Doing nothing just because we can
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| It’s a, a different world between plastic keys and elevators
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| Funny how a dream can make you cry
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| It’s a, a different world between pots and pans and kitchen tables
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| But I wouldn’t change a minute of my life
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| Ooh, but I wouldn’t change a minute of my life
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| As crazy as it sounds
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| I’ve lived this life for so long
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| I’ve learned that goodbyes
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| Are the cross I have to bear
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| And if god gave me a chance
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| To do it all again
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| Well I wouldn’t change a minute of my life
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| 'Cause it’s a, a different world between plastic keys and elevators
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| Funny how a dream can make you cry
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| It’s a, a different world between pots and pans and kitchen tables
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| But I wouldn’t change a minute of this life
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| But I wouldn’t change a minute of my life |