I still believe you said everything
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you ever said, cause you meant it
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and not just because we were sharing a bed
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and even though you needed me
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its something you'll regret
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i believe that we found something good
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that day that we met
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and i still haven't found a pair of jeans
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that fit me right
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and i keep seeing these crazy things, to try and take me for a ride
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and it still hits me like a bag of bricks
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each and every night
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when i wake up to find that your not here to my right
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so i'm saying a prayer that my feet don't fail
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I was digging pebbles out from the palms of my hands
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doing push-ups in the middle of two lane streets
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from falling over walking with two left feet
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yeah I'm falling down
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cause i know that your happy to be rid of me
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and i hope its gonna change your personality
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cause when your laughing
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its magnetic and amazing how it cuts through the static
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so please stay happy if not for me
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but for the sake of all the birds and trees and living things
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that rely on, such vivid beauty to go on living
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my downfall, you see where I'm stuck, is thinking how it could be,
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and it turns my stomach, and my heart plummets
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to think of what you're thinking of me
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and i'm still figuring out just who i am
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and who i can be
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but all i know is that who i was
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wasn't nearly me
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and i was feeling down about who i was
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what i couldn't be
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so i lost my mind and i wasted time
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feeling so guilty
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so i'm singing this song in hope that you sing along,
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and listen to what i'm saying
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its a song that i made filled with steps i can take
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to find something i can believe in
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to believe in
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so you trick your clothes to make you believe
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this is really wrong inside this sleeve
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its the same arm you use to hold
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things that you consider gold
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but inside your head
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you know you've changed
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but really who remains the same
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you're distracting yourself
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to make you believe
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you change for the good man you're so naive
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so you say things that you don't mean,
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like actors on a silver screen
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until you realize the past is real
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its really no big fucking deal
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so you burn your clothes
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and everything reminds you how you used to be
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cause i know that you're happy to be rid of me
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and i hope that its gonna change your personality
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cause when your laughing, its magnetic
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and amazing how it cuts through static
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so please stay happy if not for me
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but for the sake of all the birds and trees and living things
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that rely on, such vivid beauty to go on living
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and i still believe you said everything
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you ever said, cause you meant it
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Stay Happy
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| Joe Wilson |
