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Well it looks like you finally mad the front page
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You always did look good in white
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And I hope you like the ring of your new name
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The one you'll be given tonight
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But all of this is news to me
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I wondered why you never called
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I guess that's the way that it's meant to be
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If you're gonna ride you've gatta learn to fall
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But...
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Where do I fit in the picture
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Or do I really fit at all
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Or have I become a fixture
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On an old forgotten wall
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Well it looks like I finally made the front page
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You know you always said I would
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And things are well here in room 28
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God I hope you're doin' good
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There's a picture in my wallet that I look at sometimes
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It sends chills through my bones
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For long lost love or whatever you wanna call it
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Whoa, but it left me all alone
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Where do I fit in the picture
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Or do I really fit at all
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Or have I become a fixture
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On an old forgotten wall
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On an old forgotten wall
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Where Do I Fit In The Picture
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| Clay Walker |
