I console my self on waking up,
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This town will stay the same way.
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Grass stains and fireworks on
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Downtown summer nights, and when
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It took me back I had to ask, oh
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Lost love, what can I say? break
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Hearts in living rooms and drive
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Back home to talk to you.
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Midwestern nights, are you
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Following me? 'cause it's been
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Four long years, oh god that
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Constant change. some city lights
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And a similar hearbeat, I guess
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I've grown a bit but sometimes
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You've just got to change a lot.
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You've gotta break a lot. kill all
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Your darlings, I know that it's
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Hard, but you'll gain a lot, so
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When you're on the spot, fight
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With some soul 'cause you're
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Always a champion to me. I
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Wouldn't change one thing on
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Growing up, I learned to love the
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Bad parts, deal with the sad
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Parts, things tend to turn out
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Pretty great. and if I ever got a
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Second chance, no I'd never need a
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Second chance, I'm ready, set, go,
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Clever, right? no. I'll never grow
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Up, not one bit. look deep inside
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And I think that you'll find what
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You're searching for, so when
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You're on the floor, fight with
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Some soul 'cause you're always a
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Champion to me. silver and gold,
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The people I know and all my best
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Friends. alone, my heart tends to
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Grow, I look at the sky and what I
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Live for. when I'm alone in
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Indiana, the amber waves crash
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Down into horizons. when I am home
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In indiana, my small town dreams
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Shine brighter than the moonlight.
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Tending To Turn Out Pretty Great
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The Ready Set |