I used to spend my days writing anthems
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For the everyday man
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But I burned all my poems and covered all my answers
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In camouflage clothes
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I compromised my heart and the truths I used to know
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We were just situational lovers
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The kind that help the day move along
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But I burned all my mess
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And traded all my troubles
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For waiting here out on my own
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I compromised my heart and the truths I used to know
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Oh, it's the hardest
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It's the hardest
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It's the hardest kind of living
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Giving all the wrong that I've done
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If I had a dime for every corner that I've turned
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I'd buy back the road that I threw away
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Truths I Used To Know
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| Fort Frances |
