Now I don't mind if I hurt you
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and leave this guilt behind.
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So here I go burning bridges
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did I play my hand too soon?
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So for the first time in my life
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feel like a country boy caught in headlights
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I found my rosebud
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Arrived in New York City
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felt like a scapegoat before a commitee
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I found my rosebud
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All this talk of regret, lets go slumming
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and start all over again.
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The greatest ghost writer couldn't help you
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to write a draft of your life
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Great minds have spent lifetimes
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looking for answers.
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Look at these sandpaper hands
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I'm just paid from the neck down.
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Your velvet revolution
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chase where it leads you, my friend
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It's not like
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I said
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that I love you
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Oh no
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Found My Rosebud
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| The Thrills |
