There's too many things
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Left to be unsaid
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Some live in a dark hole
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Sometimes in my head
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But I'm all right
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I'll get by
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Somehow
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You want to feel their emotion
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Sometimes even hold their hand
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But they're giving nothing in return
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To suit their own demands
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But I'm tired
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And I'll get by
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Somehow
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Look at the people around you
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Stabbing at your heart
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But you still smile in kindness
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For not knowing who they are
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And their stories have ended
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And they've lit up the town
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And it's time to go home
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As they go and lay their bodies back down
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|
You want to feel their emotion
|
Sometimes even hold their hand
|
But they're giving nothing in return
|
To suit their own demands
|
|
But I'm tired
|
And I'll get by
|
Somehow
|
|
Look at the people around you
|
Stabbing at your heart
|
But you still smile in kindness
|
For not knowing who they are
|
|
And their stories have ended
|
And they've lit up the town
|
And it's time to go home
|
As they go and lay their bodies back down
|
|
There's too many things
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Left to be unsaid
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So I live in a dark hole
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Sometimes in my head
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But I'm all right
|
I'll get by
|
Somehow
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Somehow
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| Taylor Hicks |
