She left for Austin, suitcase in her hand
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So gaunt and tired of no one understanding her
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She worked the nights just to make the rent
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She spends them hours there just thinking of
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The way it should have been
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Maybe what it all comes down to,
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Maybe what it all comes down to
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Sometimes your world gets caught beneath the undertow
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Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it's both
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Sometimes your world gets caught beneath the undertow
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You're not alone, you're not alone
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Whoa oh, whoa oh
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She's never seen the ocean but it's right there in her mind
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Barefeet running in the water, she goes there every time
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She wears her heartache, she wears that cotton dress
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We all got scars we try to hide, we're all the same I guess
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Maybe what it all comes down to,
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Maybe what it all comes down to
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Sometimes your world gets caught beneath the undertow
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Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it's both
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Sometimes your world gets caught beneath the undertow
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You're not alone.
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Give it all to find yourself,
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Give it all to find yourself,
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Give it all to find yourself
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You're ready to find new hope
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Sometimes your world gets caught beneath the undertow
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Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it's both
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Sometimes your world gets caught beneath the undertow
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You're not alone, you're not alone
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
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No, you're not alone, no
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No, you're not alone, no
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Yeah we got so much to give, oh oh
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Undertow
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Green River Ordinance |