When I saw her standing there, with her bright eyes and shining hair,
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She was looking back at me.
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Some are meant to sing, some are meant to talk and some aren't meant to say a thing.
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But when she opened up her mouth and that sweet voice came out
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I lost track of my own name.
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Now she's found herself, and I lost mine
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And I'm just another guy who can't give her anything.
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Well the drifter, He holds on to his youth just like it was money in the bank.
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And "Lord knows, I can't change" sounds better in the song
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Than it does with hell to pay.
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I might as well of slipped that ring on your finger from a window of a van
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As it drove away.
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Now she's found herself, and I lost mine
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And I'm just another guy who can't give her anything.
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Dreams are given to you when you're young enough to dream them
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Before they can do you any harm.
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They don't start to hurt, until you try to hold on to them after seeing how they really are.
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She used to dream them with me, every single crazy one,
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Until they started hurting her too, now she's got some of her own
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And outgrowing me, might be the best thing for her she's ever done.
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A light that shines as bright as hers can't be kept in the shadows for too long.
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A heart that wants to live and a soul that wants to give
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Can't just sit at home alone.
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Lord, she's give me everything and never wanted anything I couldn't give.
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Just what was inside of me.
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And now she's found herself, and I lost mine
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And I'm just another guy who can't give her anything.
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Sounds Better In The Song
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Drive-By Truckers |