When writing you're history,
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I will always be a footnote
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A distant memory
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A warning sign of mistakes made
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The kind that you learn from
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This song is the best of me
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Taking pills for solemn motive
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A better side of me, an open mind
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For mistakes made
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The kind that you burn from
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So take this small confession as my price to pay
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I've never been the kind to let go
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But before you up and walk away
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I'm miserable without you, you know
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This silver leaves me longing for gold
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Second place has never carried me home
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Second place has never carried me home
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This song is so out of key
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I'm trying harder just to even
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These memories of you
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A warning sign of regression
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The kind you never learn from
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This song is the melody
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Meant to show you a little more than
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A better history, an open sky
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Of redemption
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The kind you always burn from
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So take this small confession as my price to pay
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I've never been the kind to let go
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But before you up and walk away
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I'm miserable without you, you know
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This silver leaves me burning for gold
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Second place has never carried me home
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Second place has never carried me (home, home, home, home)
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It never carried me (home, home, home, home)
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Silver
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David Cook |