he met this girl from reno
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whose life was a competition.
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she looked just like a china doll
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with porcelain skin she knew he'd let her win.
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so he fell for her,
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as if he fell from his mother into the arms of a lover.
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and he swore not to leave her side,
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for better or for worse (whichever comes first).
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sadly the latter arose.
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she met this boy from omaha
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whose life was handed to him...
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but still, he wanted everything.
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his dreams were his ruin,
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and she couldn't wake him up.
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but the bough broke and he fell.
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like the time he fell from his mother
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into the arms of a doctor.
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so he cried like that first day of his life.
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he knew he had broken this beautiful porcelain
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and how could their world be the same?
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and so it never was the same.
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she whispers his name,
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"i'll stay if you want, but i could never be who you
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imagined me to be i'll stay i don't know what else to do...
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but i can't change for you i won't change for you"
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The Competition
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| The Good Life |
