Well, the songs you sung spiraled and hung round like echoes or ripples on a pond
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So you circled the globe spent a year on the road without ever going home
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More than a couple of days then you leave right away
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Run to a girl you barely know
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But you like how she sings and you can't help but think
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That there is something that she knows and could teach you
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Well, you're sleeping in that southern state
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where the bars are filled with people you can't hate
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But try as you try and you still can't relate to them
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You drink that whiskey down as they ask you
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Are you who you say you are?
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The fact that we can't tell makes us like you even more
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So you are trying again or just visiting friends
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One had just had his heart broke
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For the first time in his life he realized there are times
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When you can't make it alone
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So now you are giving advice as if you had the right
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To use a word like love
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It's a negotiable term, what gets said is not what is heard
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So it's different then for everyone
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But you've been hanging around that college town
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with your new life your new lover you found
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And you are keeping her up at night bringing her down
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She'll watch you drink yourself to death but she won't ask you
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Is this really what you want?
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Or are you just sticking with it now cause it's all you got?
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Southern State
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| Bright Eyes |
