The traffic light
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Waits for you to tell me the tale of a shattered life, tonight
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And I just passed by when you have had the chance to fight
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Or would you spend your last days alone
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Thinkin nobody would have cared
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or known just look me in the eye and see that its a light
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So you're telling me, this is how you're going down
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You thought that I never really wanted you around
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Well you are way off track to think like that
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Coz now you have taken back, everything that you ever said
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bout how Id never want to see you again
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Well this is what I, what I left behind
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What I left behind, what I left behind
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Need a change
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In a minute of my time did I get your name?
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Well you say, that I haven't been asked that in years
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Now I think, the traffic light that stood in the way
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So that I can hear what you had to say
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I'm half way through your story
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Cant help thinking that you're just like me
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This is how I'm going down
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I thought that they never really wanted me around
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Well I was way off track to think like that
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Coz now I'm taken back, everything that I ever said
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bout how they'd never want to see me again
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Well this is what I, what I left behind
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Forgetting about ourselves
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Is like history that dust is covering left on the self, on the self
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The crosswalks make the way for us to say what we need to say
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Yeah, this is how you're going down
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You thought I'd never really wanted you around
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Well you were way off track to think like that
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Coz now you have taken back, everything that you ever said
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bout how I never want to see you again
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Well this is what I, what I left behind
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This is how you're going down
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This is what I, what I left behind
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Traffic Light
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| Daughtry |
