I think this was from a while ago
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We could barely breathe after the show
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I've got a scrape and a bruise or two
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And the crowd got the best of you
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I can see through the picture frame
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Waving arms and the lighter flame
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Sing along cause we think we're good
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Sing along cause we know that one day
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You and I would stand right there
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And everyone would stop and stare at us
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You get that starry eyed look when you're dreaming too much
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Push our way up front and leave it all behind
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I can cross my dirty fingers and hope the stars align
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Someday I'll know how it feels right there
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This stage I remember
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Scrapbook of tickets from the shows
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Dad was keeping track of all we owed
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I guess I never really paid him back
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I guess maybe he knew that one day
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You and I would stand right there
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And everyone would stop and stare at us
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You get that starry eyed look when you dream too much
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Push our way up front and leave it all behind
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I can cross my dirty fingers and hope the stars align
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Someday I'll know how it feels right there
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This stage I remember all the nights with ringing in my ear
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When we'd wave and sing along as the world would disappear on us
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I'll know how it feels right there
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I think this was from a while ago
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A picture of a place we shared
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You and I were standing there
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And everyone would stop and stare at us
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I can cross my dirty fingers and hope the stars align
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I cross my dirty fingers and leave the world behind
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And we'll push our way up front and leave it all behind
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Someday I'll know how it feels right there
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This stage I remember all the nights with ringing in my ear
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When we'd wave and sing along as the world would disappear on us
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I'll know how it feels right there
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This stage I remember
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Stage I Remember
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| Matt Webb |
