| Well I guess old men on the street prove that time really does fly
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| And I guess pawn shop diamond rings proves that girls love goodbyes
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| And I guess a black dress at a funeral means that life has one sting
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| And I guess a girl like you lovin' me means that angels must love anything
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| 'Cause I’m a messed up kid, nothin' to spare
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| I’ll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands goin' through your hair
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| I’m a messed up kid with nothin to show
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| Except a girl sayin' she’ll be here everywhere I go
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| I’m a messed up kid
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| Well my old man says I’m wild and my mama says I’m reckless
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| And that color in your eyes reminds me off East Texas
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| 'Cause I’m a messed up kid, nothin' to spare
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| I’ll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands goin' through your hair
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| Messed up kid with nothin to show
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| Except a girl sayin' she’ll be here everywhere I go
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| I’m a messed up kid
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| And all this bullshit that I’ve been through
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| And all the hardships I’ve grown kin to
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| Could take me around, leave me feelin' down
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| But you pick me up every time
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| 'Cause I’m a messed up kid, nothin' to spare
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| I’ll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands goin' through your hair
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| I’m a messed up kid with nothin to show
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| Except a girl sayin' she’ll be here everywhere I go
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| I’m a messed up kid
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| I’m a messed up kid, nothin' to spare
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| I’ll turn a saint into a heathen with my hands goin' through your hair
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| Messed up kid
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| I guess old men on the street prove that time really does fly
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| And I guess pawn shop diamond rings proves that girls love goodbyes
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| I’m a messed up kid |