| I’m fine till the truth walks in
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| New jeans and a big ole grin
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| And I feel that rush again
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| Like he was holding me
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| And I was his everything
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| Big plans and a little ring
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| I tell myself not to think
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| How good it used to be
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| That mistake I wish I never made
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| Is the day I let him walk away
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| So convinced I could love that way again
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| I tell myself I’m better off
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| That I was right and he was wrong
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| But they’re just paper airplanes
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| In the wind
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| That I believe till the truth walks in
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| I’m fine till I see his eyes
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| Those deep blue perfect eyes
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| I turn my head and try to hide
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| That I’m breaking down
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| Then I get that searching look
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| That how you doing look
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| That see right through me look
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| Like only he knows how
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| The mistake I wish I never made
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| Is the day I let him walk away
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| So convinced I could love that way again
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| I tell myself I’m better off
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| I was right and he was wrong
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| But they’re just paper airplanes
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| In the wind
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| That I believe till the truth walks in
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| Till the truth walks in… I’m fine till the truth walks in |