| The beauty of love is the courage it takes
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| The break the evolving chain
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| But the problem with life is you can’t do it twice
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| And you don’t understand why you came
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| You came from the hills of an old logging town
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| I remember the sound of the road
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| And the silence that speaks in a small town like this
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| Its secrets in all of its homes
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| I remember the way that your body would lay
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| In my arms as we tried to forget
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| And the way your eyes stare up at the sky
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| Even when were inside our home
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| Said I would always be home
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| Said I would always be home
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| Said I would never lock you outside
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| Outside
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| And I saw you walking today
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| You were standing alone outside
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| So I stared at your back as you stared
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| At the sky
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| Was afraid that you might turn around
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| Was afraid that you might see me
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| So I turned my face down to the ground
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| To hide
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| When you turned it was somebody else
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| When you turned it was somebody else
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| When you turned it was somebody else
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| Outside, outside
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| It will always be somebody else
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| It will always be somebody else
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| It will always be somebody else
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| It will always be somebody else
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| It will always be somebody else
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| It will always be somebody else
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| It will always be somebody else
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| It will always be somebody else
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| Outside, outside |