I got a bag full of dreams
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At the bottom of the bed
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And I'm trying to convince myself
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To leave tonight
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Now I'm lying here dressed
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With the covers to my head
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Only two doors away
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From the world outside
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So now I'm tiptoe sneaking
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Trying to keep the floor from creaking
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Cause I don't want nobody to know
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I got a pocket full of reasons
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And it ain't hard leaving
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From a place that was never home
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You can take all of it
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Take everything
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Cause I can't stand the thought of it
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When it's all said and done
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Don't want no part of it
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Cause the truth is
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When you get down to the heart of it
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All I'm leaving here with is a song
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A song
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Maybe the verse will be about
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How he stays out late
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All the while
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Telling me he's hung up at work
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But the hotel receipt in the pocket
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Of his shirt saying that he's really
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Hung up on her
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So now I'm tiptoe creeping
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Tell myself to keep breathing
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Cause we're getting to the heart
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Of this song
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I'm leaving everything behind
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Cause I made up my mind
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That there's really nothing here
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That I want
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You can take all of it
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Take everything
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Cause I can't stand the thought of it
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When it's all said and done
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Don't want no part of it
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Cause the truth is
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When you get down to the heart of it
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All I'm leaving here with is a song
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A song
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I got my head hung low
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But my hope is high
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Trying to thumb a ride to anywhere
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Weight of the world on my shoulders
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But my heart is light
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Ain't got a dime
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But I don't care
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I don't care
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I don't care
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I don't care anymore, no
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You can take all of it
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Take everything
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Cause I can't stand the thought of it
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When it's all said and done
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Don't want no part of it
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Cause the truth is
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When you get down to the heart of it
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All I'm leaving here with is a song
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A song
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Leave With A Song
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Sarah Connor |