I saw my life this morning
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Lying at the bottom of a drawer
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All this stuff I'm saving
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God knows what this junk is for
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And whatever I believed in
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This is all I have to show
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What the hell were all reasons
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For holding on for such dear life
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Here's where I let go
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CHORUS
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I'm not running
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I'm not hiding
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I'm not reaching
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I'm just resting in the arms of the great wide open
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Gonna pull my soul in
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And I'm almost home
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I saw you this morning
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You were looking straight at me
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From an ancient photograph
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Stuck between letters and some keys
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I was lost just for a moment
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In the ache of old goodbyes
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Sometimes all that we can know is
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There's no such thing as no regrets
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Baby it's all right
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Repeat chorus
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Instrumental
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There's no such thing as no regrets
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But baby it's alright
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Repeat chorus
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Almost Home
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| Beth Nielsen Chapman |
