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Why every time when something hurts Someone always comes and wants to make it worse? I'll never make the cover of a rolling stone But at least I know my life's my own On my back porch what will it mean On my notes tell me what they'll mean Splitting up the difference between one and two Doesn't make a difference for me or you What the signs they say Trucks that we met back and forth on any day but Sunday At four o' clock And the meter's running too late now Put your quarter in And you know you won't be found Don't know it Don't know it I know inside that you're afraid of me I've become all the things that I said I would be Something more than rehearsed, the pain I feel contained I look in the mirror and I saw someone else Don't be anything [Incomprehensible] |