| I’m not ashamed
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| To say that I’ve loved you well
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| I’m not ashamed
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| To let you know
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| I’m just a name that’s all
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| Scratched upon your wall
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| You’ve used it well but what the hell
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| That’s what walls are for
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| I’m not ashamed
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| To listen to the fast-fallin' rain
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| In the morning upon my window
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| I’m not afraid to cry
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| I’m not ashamed to try
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| To be your friend once again
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| 'Cause that’s what’s friends are for
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| Friends are for sorting out the hang-ups that we hide
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| Walls are for shutting out the love we feel inside
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| I’m not ashamed no to talk it over once again
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| To rearrange my vocabulary
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| But I can’t seem to find
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| Any words to change your mind
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| Because I left them all behind
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| And that’s what words are for
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| Words are for explaining the mistakes we might have made
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| Names are for calling when there’s nothing left to say
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| I’m not ashamed, no, to say that I’ve loved you well
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| I’m not ashamed, and yet I know
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| I’m just a name, that’s all
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| Scratched upon your wall
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| You’ve used it well, but what the hell
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| That’s what walls are for
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| I’m not ashamed of wearing out my old grey socks
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| Chasing you around the back woods
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| I’m not ashamed to darn
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| Nor to proud to find some yarn
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| To sew them up once again
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| 'Cause that’s what socks are for |