| A half empty Atlanta airport bar
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| Isn’t a place that I expected to be reminded
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| That life just isn’t fair
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| And that my problems don’t matter
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| Nearly as much as I always think they do
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| And that there’s always something to look forward to
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| Even if it’s buried under all this broken glass
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| Oh God, I feel so selfish
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| Everything makes me feel selfish
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| I keep shutting off my brain and keep shutting out my heart
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| I keep spending every summer praying for it to end when you’re still waiting
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| for yours to start
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| Without knowing you made me realize
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| That I’ve wasted so much of my time
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| On things that I can’t control and on things that will never be mine
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| Now I’m trying to learn how to let go
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| But now I keep waking up from those God-awful dreams
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| Where everything’s coming apart at the seams
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| And I’m trying to scream but I can’t pull the stitches out
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| It’s serving as a reminder that I just can’t do without
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| I’d learn to count again
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| I’d learn to count again
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| I’d learn to count again
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| So you don’t have to
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| I’d learn to count again
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| I’d learn to count again
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| I’d learn to count again
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| So you don’t have to
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| I’d learn to count again
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| I’d learn to count again
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| I’d learn to count again
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| So you don’t have to
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| I’d learn to count again
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| I’d learn to count again
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| I’d learn to count again
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| So you don’t have to
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| I’ll try to start again
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| I’ll try to start again
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| Try to find my heart and dig it out of the ground
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| I’ll try to start again
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| I’ll try to start again
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| I swear I’ll try to start again
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| I’ll learn how to live again with you in mind |