| There are those of us who get it right on the very first try
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| There are those of us who stop buying and selling
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| The same old lies
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| People ask them how they’re doing
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| They say, «Good,» and it’s true
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| Oh, and they sleep just like a baby
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| The whole night through
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| Then there’s the rest of us
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| Burning everything they touch
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| Who keep doing things, ruin things, losing things
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| And screwing things up
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| Then there’s the rest of us
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| Using love as a weapon
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| Confusing hll for heaven
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| Praying grace will b enough
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| Oh, thank God for people like you
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| Who never give up
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| Oh, on the rest of us
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| There are those of us
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| Got them recovery stories
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| Who somehow found a way to get out of the way of themselves
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| And there are those who never miss a damn Sunday morning
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| Who somewhere along the way, they learned how to ask for help
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| And then there’s the rest of us
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| Burning everything they touch
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| Just keep doing things, ruin things, losing things
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| And screwing things up
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| Then there’s the rest of us
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| Using love as a weapon
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| Confusing hell for heaven |
| Praying grace will be enough
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| Oh, thank God for people like you
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| Who never give up
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| Oh, on the rest of us
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| You always showed me good love
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| You always gave me good love
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| You always had me on time
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| Always, always online (Always, always online)
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| No, you never gave up
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| No, you never gave up
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| On the rest of us
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| Burning everything we touch
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| Who keep doing things, ruin things, losing things
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| And just screwing things up
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| For the rest of us
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| Using love as a weapon
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| Confusing hell for heaven
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| Praying grace will be enough
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| Oh, thank God for people like you
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| Who never give up
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| Oh, I wanna thank God for somebody like you
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| Who never gave up
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| Oh, on the rest of us |