(Butch Walker & Chrystina Lloree)
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I just got on my plane today,
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I don’t know when I’m coming back.
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Maybe a day or two, maybe a day or two.
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I’m drivin’ two hundred miles,
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And haven’t left the culdesac.
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I’m feeling stuck like glue, I’m feeling stuck like glue.
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(Chorus)
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I can wash my face, I can dress for real.
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I can act like I’m cool, like it’s no big deal.
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As I stare at the clock, ‘til the paint starts to peel.
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I wonder what you’re doin’ right now.
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I like to ride the ferris wheel, just to see how it feels.
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Spinning round and around, then crashing to the ground.
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Don’t think I’m weird at all, It’s just I feel so small.
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When you start coming around, and I give up my crown.
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(Chorus)
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I never get the hellos, I never get goodbyes (goodbye)
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I never want to run and hide.
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So Small
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| Marvelous 3 |
