| I never practiced piano when I was a boy
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| And I still ain’t working to perfect guitar
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| I never read my lesson books like others did
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| The way they looked in study halls while I mapped out the stars
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| Sometimes I forget to do the things that others do
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| Take it as it’s handed like a hopeful kid in June
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| So sometimes I retracted to the howling wind and moon
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| But I learned out there, I learned a thing or two
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| I only know the bills I owe when overdue
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| And I swear the lost and found has my estate
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| When uncle Sam asked «Where's my plate?»
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| I said «Come in», he said «I'll wait»
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| I ran away, I always run away
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| Sometimes I forget to do the things that others do
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| Take it as it’s handed like some bourbon on the room
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| Sometimes I’ll be up and drunk my problems on a few
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| But I’ll learn out there, I’ll learn a thing or two
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| I knew when you were comin', oh, I learned your name
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| And I tried to make it all seem by mistake
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| I didn’t know the lengths I’d go what I’d devote in every note
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| I found a hill and built a cityscape
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| So while sometimes I forget to do the things that lovers do
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| Take it all for granted like a night I’m sleeping through
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| So sometimes I’ll awaken from a dream cold and confused
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| But I’ll learn again to fall in love with you
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| Sometimes I forget to do the things that lovers do
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| I’ll learn again to fall in love with you
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| 'Cause I learned, I did, I learned a thing or two |