(C. Murphy/Sloan)
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There are those who live their life
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As if there is no other
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So they burn their bridges but they couldn't
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Care any less
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Comes a time that catches up
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They pay no matter, pack their bags
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And take off to another place to start
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From scratch
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They never get attached
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Growing up was wall-to-wall excitement
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But I don't recall another who could
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Understand at all
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And I didn't try to find what I just had to fall
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Fall out
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It's alright, I've had it up to here with everyone
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And so I'll say
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That there's nothing left to make me want to stay
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There are those who live their life
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Afraid of consequences
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So they learn to sit on fences
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And they can't step on toes
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My heart goes out to those
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They're right under my nose
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Growing up was pretty dull
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I often times exaggerate
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The ones I hate that I
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Could never save
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And I realize of course
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That there will come a day
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That I will say
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That there's nothing left to make me want to stay
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But I can never go away
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That there's nothing left to make me want to stay
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And I will never go away
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And there's nothing left to make me want to stay
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NOTHING LEFT TO MAKE ME WANT TO STAY
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