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I've been crossing out the days 'til

All of you can hear me sing

And i remember that summer when

We all caught our second wind.

Well maybe i'm not the man that i thought i've become

But that's just the way things are where i'm from.

When time turns our dreams to more everyday things

We can never lose our pride in what we've done.

Still i've never been one for settlin'.

I've been making a list of the things i won't miss

About this lonestar town and everyone who never saw

What we were always singing for.

Everyone everyone in this town

(everyone)

Is standing up to sing heavy heart songs.

(in this town)

Running out of patience with our own self-pity

(sang it out)

But it's good to know that somebody still feels like me.

(let it out.)

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I just get so caught up in these

Everyday eyes and those sleepless night stares

I start being surprised when my friend's disappearing.

I'm left here wondering where i was

While they packed up all the things that i love.

And i've gotten used to not missing you.

Over time i understate

All those things that make me separate

While i lay awake and think about

Everything that i can never be again.

Everyone everyone in this town

(everyone)

Is standing up to sing heavy heart songs.

(in this town)

Running out of patience with our own self-pity

(sang it out)

But it's good to know that somebody still feels like me.

(let it out.)

These months that i spend closer to the sun have been

Screaming at me "kid you can't just run away from

Everything that you're always so so afraid

To let everyone hear you say

Like 'these days it seems like all i have left are

Outgoing calls to the people who if they only knew better

Wouldn't care about any of this at all.'"

Everyone everyone in this town

(everyone)

Is standing up to sing heavy heart songs.

(in this town)

Running out of patience with our own self-pity

(sang it out)

But it's good to know that somebody still feels like me.

(let it out.)

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