I got a message from you
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you sent it over to me
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I played it back on my phone
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It had me feeling confused
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¡®cause I was hanging with you
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and I was feeling at home
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The words were sharp
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and aimed to cut down
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what I¡¯ve grown
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But I expect it from you
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I¡¯ve seen the things that you do
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and how you end up alone
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But how would you know?
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When we were playing in bars
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you had me feeling like
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it was all a favor to me
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It had me borrowing cars
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and asking people for rides
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and could they do it for free
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Back then I thought
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those days would never last that long
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After a couple of years
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I came to grips with my fears
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and realized I was wrong
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But how would you know?
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A grudge is not a grudge
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when it¡¯s a promise to myself
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I hope you recognize before
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there¡¯s someone else
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who might not ever let you know
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When people come up to me
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and want to talk about you
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they say forgive and forget
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It¡¯s just so easy to say
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and all the same walk away
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without a trace of regret
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But they don¡¯t know
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about the messages you left
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I think if everyone knew
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about the things that you do
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they¡¯d lose a lot of respect
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But how would you know?
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How Would You Know
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Ben Kenney |