| Bruised, broken, bitter and spent,
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| In notoriety I’m reconciled and renewed I repent.
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| It was never so much to escape regret,
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| There’s just some things in life I’d rather forget.
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| We won’t give up on each other,
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| Hold on just a little bit longer.
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| Remember where we’ve been,
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| The places we’ve slept and what we’ve seen.
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| Remember.
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| In a life where there are no guarantees,
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| This could be everything I ever thought it could be.
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| In a life where there are no guarantees,
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| This could be…
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| So follow, me to the cold,
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| Where our only fear is growing old.
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| So follow, me to the cold,
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| Where we’re living, tired and broke.
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| Remember where we’ve been,
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| The places we’ve slept and what we’ve seen.
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| Remember.
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| In a life where there are no guarantees,
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| This could be everything I ever thought it could be.
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| In a life where there are no guarantees,
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| This could be…
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| So let’s suppose hypothetically,
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| That potential was only a possibility,
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| That we would never pen a record worthy of recognition,
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| And we would never put you in a money making position.
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| 'Cause you gave us your word, we followed your example,
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| We’ve been through more than your money makers could handle.
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| It was never so much to escape regret,
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| There’s just some things that I would rather forget. |