| Somebody pick up my pieces, I’m scattered everywhere
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| And put me back together and put me way over there
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| Take me out of contention, I surrender my crown
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| So somebody pick up my pieces, it’s just me coming down
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| Well, I sure thought I had her, Lord I know she had me
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| But what I thought was heaven, is just falling debris
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| Well, I may not be crazy, but I got one hell of a start
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| Somebody pick up my pieces, I think I’m falling apart
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| And don’t follow my footsteps, step over my trail
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| The road is too narrow and your footing could fail
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| And the fall to the bottom could tear you apart
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| And they’ll be picking up pieces of you and your heart
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| And don’t follow my footsteps, step over my trail
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| The road is too narrow and your footing could fail
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| And the fall to the bottom could tear you apart
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| And they’ll be picking up pieces of you and your heart
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| And they’ll be picking up pieces of you and your heart |