| I talk a big game
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| But I can’t say it to your face
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| So I’ll just say it
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| I’ll just say it in a song
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| And all those big dreams
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| And big words
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| Didn’t get me far
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| Did they get you far?
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| (Even when you want it)
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| With all of your heart
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| A wish is only that
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| (Even when you want it)
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| With all of your heart
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| You can’t wish them back
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| There are two sides to every story
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| (No, you can’t wish them back)
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| And smaller bits that break from the start
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| You made me into a monster
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| So I made you into art
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| And I gave it to the world
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| To rip and tear apart
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| But every critic is every cynic
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| Who lacks the drive and heart
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| To do what I do
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| Or do what I have done
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| So they rip and tear it apart
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| All those big dreams and big words
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| Didn’t get me far
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| Did they get you far?
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| (Even when you want it)
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| With all of your heart
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| A wish is only that
|
| (Even when you want them)
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| With all of your heart
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| You can’t wish them back
|
| There are two sides to every story
|
| (No, you can’t wish them back)
|
| And smaller bits that break from the start
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| With all of your heart
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| All those big dreams and big words
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| With all of your heart
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| They didn’t get me far
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| Did they get you far?
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| Every critic is every cynic who
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| Lacks the drive and heart
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| To do what I do
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| To do what I have done
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| (Even when you want it)
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| With all of your heart
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| A wish is only that
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| (Even when you want them)
|
| With all of your heart
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| You can’t wish them back
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| There are two sides to every story
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| (No, you can’t wish them back)
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| And smaller bits that break from the start |