| Gave you a reason to walk out on me that night
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| And go looking for Mr. Right
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| Cause I sure look like Mr. Wrong
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| A deer in the headlights, I stood there and lied
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| Made a ghost town of part of you
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| Sat there and cried while I shot down the heart of you
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| Couldn’t decide if the end was the start of you
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| I shut my mouth and waited
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| In the mess that I created
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| Write your name in the sky for the world to see
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| Cause you’re the best damn thing that ever happened to me
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| We’re still standing now, you didn’t cut the run, ooh
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| I was crying on the beach by the raging sea
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| Just a small town broken down refugee
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| Holier than thou, I caused the damage done
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| You’re the best damn thing and I’m the lucky one
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| My mad season, as vain as a bar room fight
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| Remote as a satellite
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| I was out of touch and out of time
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| Too long in the spotlight
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| So incomplete that I burned something beautiful
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| Out on the street I was walking delusional
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| Your body heat moves something immovable
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| I close my eyes and pray, yeah
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| From the mess that I have made
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| Write your name in the sky for the world to see
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| Cause you’re the best damn thing that ever happened to me
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| We’re still standing now, you didn’t cut the run, ooh
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| I was crying on the beach by the raging sea
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| A broken down battle ground refugee
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| Holier than thou, I caused the damage done
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| You’re the best damn thing and I’m the lucky one
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| I’m the lucky one
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| I’m the lucky one
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| I’m the lucky one
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| I know that it hurt and sorry don’t even do it
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| A short pleated skirt and I jumped and I know I blew it
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| Threw me a lifeline, I’m sticking like glue to it
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| Held my breath and waited
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| From the mess that I created
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| Gonna write your name (gonna write your name)
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| Gonna write your name (gonna write your name)
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| Gonna write your name (gonna write your name)
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| Gonna write your name
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| Write your name in the sky for the world to see
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| Cause you’re the best damn thing that ever happened to me
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| We’re still standing now, you didn’t cut the run, ooh
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| I was crying on the beach by the raging sea
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| Just a small town broken down refugee
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| Holier than thou, I caused the damage done
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| You’re the best damn thing and I’m the lucky one |