| I got a bag full of dreams
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| At the bottom of the bed
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| And I’m trying to convince myself
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| To leave tonight
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| Now I’m lying here dressed
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| With the covers to my head
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| Only two doors away
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| From the world outside
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| So now I’m tiptoe sneaking
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| Trying to keep the floor from creaking
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| Cause I don’t want nobody to know
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| I got a pocket full of reasons
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| And it ain’t hard leaving
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| From a place that was never home
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| You can take all of it
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| Take everything
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| Cause I can’t stand the thought of it
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| When it’s all said and done
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| Don’t want no part of it
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| Cause the truth is
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| When you get down to the heart of it
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| All I’m leaving here with is a song
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| A song
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| Maybe the verse will be about
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| How he stays out late
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| All the while
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| Telling me he’s hung up at work
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| But the hotel receipt in the pocket
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| Of his shirt saying that he’s really
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| Hung up on her
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| So now I’m tiptoe creeping
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| Tell myself to keep breathing
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| Cause we’re getting to the heart
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| Of this song
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| I’m leaving everything behind
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| Cause I made up my mind
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| That there’s really nothing here
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| That I want
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| You can take all of it
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| Take everything
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| Cause I can’t stand the thought of it
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| When it’s all said and done
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| Don’t want no part of it
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| Cause the truth is
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| When you get down to the heart of it
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| All I’m leaving here with is a song
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| A song
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| I got my head hung low
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| But my hope is high
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| Trying to thumb a ride to anywhere
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| Weight of the world on my shoulders
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| But my heart is light
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| Ain’t got a dime
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| But I don’t care
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| I don’t care
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| I don’t care
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| I don’t care anymore, no
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| You can take all of it
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| Take everything
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| Cause I can’t stand the thought of it
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| When it’s all said and done
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| Don’t want no part of it
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| Cause the truth is
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| When you get down to the heart of it
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| All I’m leaving here with is a song
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| A song |