Carrying the weight on the end of a limb
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your just waitin for somebody
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to pick you up again
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shaded by a tree, can't live up to a rose
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all you ever wanted
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was a silent place to grow
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Pretty little thing
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sometimes you gotta look up
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and let the world see
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all the beauty that your made of
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cause the way you hang you head
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nobody can tell
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your my Virginia bluebell
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my Viginia bluebell
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Even through the snow
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a flower can bloom
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you just need a little push
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spring is coming soon
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umbrella in the rain
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they'll roll off your back
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better watcha can realize what you have
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Pretty little thing
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sometimes you gotta look up
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and let the world see
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all the beauty that your made of
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cause the way you hang you head
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nobody can tell
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your my Virginia bluebell
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my Viginia bluebell
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Put a little light in the darkest places
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put a little smile on the saddest faces
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Pretty little thing
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sometimes you gotta look up
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and let the world see
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all the beauty that your made of
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cause the way you hang you head
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nobody can tell
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your my Virginia bluebell
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my Viginia bluebell
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Virginia Bluebell
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| Miranda Lambert |
