Time of day I can't recall,
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The kind of thing that takes its toll.
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Over years and over time,
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Over smiles and over wine.
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All in all it wasn't bad,
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All in all it wasn't good,
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But I still care.
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That's the problem with the days
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They're never long enough to say,
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What it is you never said,
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All the books you never read.
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I throw myself into the wind
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Hoping somebody might pick me up
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And carry me again.
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Where are you now?
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Do you let me down?
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Do you make me grieve for you?
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Do I make you proud?
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Do you get me now?
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Am I your pride and joy?
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I believe this to be true
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There's nothing sacred, nothing new.
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No one tells you when its time.
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There are no warnings, only signs.
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Then you know that you're alone,
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You're not a child anymore,
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But you're still scared.
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All your mountains turn to rocks.
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All your oceans turn to drops.
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They are nothing like you thought;
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You can't be something you are not.
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Life is not a looking glass.
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Don't get tangled in your past,
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Like I am learning not to.
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Where are you now?
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Do you let me down?
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Do you make me grieve for you?
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Do I make you proud?
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Do you get me now?
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Am I your pride and joy?
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Pride And Joy
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Brandi Carlile |