I carry some scars
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from lessons I've learned
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dreams I've chased
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that crashed and burned
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like a faded tattoo
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it's part of who I am
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I've been somebody
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my mama didn't raise
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running through the nights
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in my wasted days
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but I guess salvation
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waits for every man
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I've been right to the edge
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of the great unknown
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and I've walked the high tight wire
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no net below
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done things I shouldn't
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but I couldn't be the man you see
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if I hadn't been the man I used to be
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I've given my heart halfheartedly
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never let no one get close to me
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I could stand in a crowd
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and still be all alone
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I've been my own worst enemy
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and somebody else's when I had to be
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yeah, the road I've traveled
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it's been hard and long
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I've been right to the edge
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of the great unknown
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and I've walked the high tight wire
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no net below
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done things I shouldn't
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but I couldn't be the man you see
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if I hadn't been the man I used to be
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Done things I shouldn't
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but I couldn't be the man you see
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if I hadn't been
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no, if I hadn't been the man I used to be
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The man I used to be...
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The Man I Used To Be
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Matt Kennon |