I had so much to give you
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You threw it all away
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So I hole up in this corner
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Act like I've nothing to say
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Knowing as soon as you ask me
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If there's something wrong
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I might blow up any minute
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You'll say, "I knew it all along"
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Yeah, he's just another young cynic
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We get them all the time
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If he just knew how to channel
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All that anger he'd be fine
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So I sit with all these wishes
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And dreams dying on the vine
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Knowing I could make you happy
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For a minute with a lie
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Soon you'd see right through me
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And like the rest I'd blow away
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'Cause I wasn't what you wanted
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And I don't make you feel okay
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Say if he just had kept some edge
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Man, it look so polished now
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It's bad, I remember one time now
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You should've heard the things he said
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And it all seemed so reckless
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And I felt just like a kid
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Now he makes me nervous
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I think I'll look somewhere else instead
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So I sit here in this corner
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So afraid to make a move
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If I start to look embarrassed
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It's because I know you knew
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All the bravery, all the anger
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Was just covering up the fear
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That I'd end up in some corner
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Now I sit here
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In The Corner
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| Jack Ingram |
