| I’ve been crossing out the days 'til
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| All of you can hear me sing
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| And I remember that summer when
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| We all caught our second wind
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| Well, maybe I’m not the man that I thought I’ve become
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| But that’s just the way things are where I’m from
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| When time turns our dreams to more everyday things
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| We can never lose our pride in what we’ve done
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| Still, I’ve never been one for settlin'
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| I’ve been making a list of the things I won’t miss
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| About this lonestar town and everyone who never saw
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| What we were always singing for
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| Everyone, everyone in this town
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| (Everyone)
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| Is standing up to sing heavy heart songs
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| (in this town)
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| Running out of patience with our own self-pity
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| (sang it out)
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| But it’s good to know that somebody still feels like me
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| (let it out.)
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| I just get so caught up in these
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| Everyday eyes and those sleepless night stares
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| I start being surprised when my friend’s disappearing
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| I’m left here wondering where I was
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| While they packed up all the things that I love
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| And I’ve gotten used to not missing you
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| Over time, I understate
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| All those things that make me separate
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| While I lay awake and think about
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| Everything that I can never be again
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| Everyone, everyone in this town
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| (Everyone)
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| Is standing up to sing heavy heart songs
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| (in this town)
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| Running out of patience with our own self-pity
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| (sang it out)
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| But it’s good to know that somebody still feels like me
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| (let it out.)
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| These months that I spend closer to the sun have been
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| Screaming at me, «Kid, you can’t just run away from
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| Everything that you’re always so, so afraid
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| To let everyone hear you say
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| Like 'These days, it seems like all I have left are
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| Outgoing calls to the people who, if they only knew better
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| Wouldn’t care about any of this at all.'»
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| Everyone, everyone in this town
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| (Everyone)
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| Is standing up to sing heavy heart songs
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| (in this town)
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| Running out of patience with our own self-pity
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| (sang it out)
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| But it’s good to know that somebody still feels like me
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| (let it out.) |