I have a few words in defense of my youth
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my guts are feeling an ocean or two
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I was young I didna¢æ¢ât know what I was stumbling into
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Ia¢æ¢âve had a lot on my mind and there were so many rules
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Makes a girl crazy, makes her break a few
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And there I go again
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Acting like its my fault
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When youa¢æ¢âre to blame
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It makes me happy
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To use you a little
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Just to use you a little
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To write this song
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Its the very last letter
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To an old lover
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To say I'm glad youa¢æ¢âre gone
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Ia¢æ¢âve got snapshots of things on my mind
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Though I love the past we dona¢æ¢ât leave it behind
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But I learned and now I know
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I dona¢æ¢ât need you coming around
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One thing I should probably say
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I got over it all, and surrendered the pain
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Thats the thing about mistakes
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You never see them coming
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Until its too late
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It makes me happy
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To use you a little
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Just to use you a little
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To write this song
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Its the very last letter
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To an old lover
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To say I'm glad
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Sacrifice my happiness
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Its not enough to know
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Ia¢æ¢âm better off the way it is
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It makes me happy
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To use you a little
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Just to use you a little
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To write this song
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Its the very last letter
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To an old lover
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To say Ia¢æ¢âm glad
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It makes me happy
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To use you a little
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Just to use you a little
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To write this song
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Ita¢æ¢âs the very last letter
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To an old lover
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To say Ia¢æ¢âm glad youa¢æ¢âre gone.
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Last Letter
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| Katharine McPhee |
