People I know, places I go
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Make me feel ...time
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I can see how, before the dawn
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We're on the inside
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Here's where the story ends
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People I see, weary of me
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Showing my good side
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I can see how, before the dawn
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We're on the inside
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Oh, here's where the story ends
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Oh, here's where the story ends
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It's that little souvenir, of the terrible years
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Which makes my eyes feel soar
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Oh I've never should've said
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This shoe fits you well
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And all that I love
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It's that little souvenir, of the terrible years
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Which makes me wonder why
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It's the memory of the ...
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That makes me ...cross, cross by
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Crazy I know, places I go
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Make me feel so tired
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I can see how, people look down
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Right on the outside
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Here's where the story ends
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People I see, weary of me
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Showing my good side
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I can see how, before the dawn
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We're on the inside
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It's that little souvenir, of the terrible years
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Which makes my eyes feel soar
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And who ever would have thought
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Looks what I brought,
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Are all that I love
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Oh that devil and he's saying
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Go down in the shame
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I know where I belong
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But the only thing I only really wanted to say
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Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
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It's that little souvenir, of the beautiful years
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Which makes me smile inside
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So I said I'm probably sad
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Where is the way
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Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
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Here's where the story ends
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Here's where the story ends.
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Heres Where The Story Ends
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Crystal Bowersox |