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[Verse 1]
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We all had the same look on our faces, doesn't it feel like that?
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And it took two years to replace it, doesn't seem so bad
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When you reveal a little bit more of yourself every time you go
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It is hard to watch, but it's good to know
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At first it feels good but then not really
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It's a process, c'mon, you gotta believe me
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Doesn't make you wrong and it doesn't make me right
A
Just means we're different and you don't think about it all the time
[Chorus]
G D
I fell down, you propped me up
A G
You said you wouldn't start, 'cause I couldn't stop
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My days are young, my nights are old
A G
When it comes down to truth everyone has their own
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
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This isn't any fun
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Like games I don't wanna play
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You don't know what you want anymore
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I don't know what to say
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We all had the same look on our faces, doesn't it feel like that?
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And it took six years to replace it, doesn't seem so bad
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I reveal a little more of myself every time I leave
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It's hard to know, but it's what I need
[Chorus]
G D
I fell down, you propped me up
A G
You said you wouldn't start, 'cause I couldn't stop
G D
My days are young, my nights are old
A G
When it comes down to truth everyone has their own
[Bridge]
Bm G
The first time that I met you, you were selling me a lie
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You wanted fifty dollars, for me it's twenty-five
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It seemed like a good day, a good day to be alive
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You know you had no use for it any longer it was time for someone else to take a try
Bm G
The first time that I met you, you were selling me a bike
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It had a couple issues, nothing I couldn't let slide
Bm G
It seemed like a good day to be barely alive
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You know you had no use for it any longer, it was time for someone else to take a ride
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[Chorus]
G D
I fell down, you propped me up
A G
You said you wouldn't start, 'cause I couldn't stop
G D
My days are young, my nights are old
A G
When it comes down to truth everyone has their own
G
Now my days are too young, my nights are too old
D
When it comes down to truth everyone's got their own
A
And it's hard to explain the thing I've been told
G
It's hard to admit I wanna go home
[Outro]
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