| This is the starting of my greatest fear
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| I’m all packed up, getting out of here
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| But then you call and tell me not to go
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| That I’m the one who put the rock 'n' roll
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| In your life
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| This is the starting of a brand new day
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| Never liked this town much anyway
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| I need this city like I need the rain
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| I know that somewhere there’s a north bound train
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| Oh, I’ll make it without you
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| Make it without you
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| Though my body’s laying here
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| It’s my mouth that must be lying now
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| This is the starting of my fall from grace
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| My self esteem, oh, it’s seen better days
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| But you know I’ll never let this go to waste
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| I’ll keep this memory on the map I trace
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| Back to home
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| Friends go out, but I’ve been staying in
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| I know I should, but that’s the way it’s been
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| I never cared much for the taste of gin
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| Still don’t now, oh, but it’s been helping
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| Oh, I’ll make it without you
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| In my life
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| Oh, I’ll make it without you
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| Though my body’s laying here
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| It’s my mouth that must be lying now
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| It’s my mouth that must be lying now
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| Oh, I…
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| Oh, I’ll make it without you
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| Oh, I…
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| Oh, I’ll make it without you
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| Oh, I…
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| Oh, I’ll make it without you
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| Though my body’s laying here
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| It’s my mouth that must be lying now |