Wouldn't you think that
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I'd have it all figured out by now
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That I'd know exactly what I'm dong
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Wouldn't you think that I'd have a key
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To open every melody and sing
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Like it is all here at my feet
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Wouldn't you think that
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I'd have a life hanging on my wall
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So I could prove that I'm alive
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But these are just things I've been given
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For a plastic way of living
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And I'm not sure if that really is my style
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The second hand it rolls on by
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It never looks back to wait for mine
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And if I fall any harder this time
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If I dig any deeper Lord what will I find
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Well you can buy my life on radio
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And order me by mail
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But not everything about me is for sale
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No not everything about me is for sale
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Wouldn't you think that
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I'd have the strength to carry anything
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And I could buy myself
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A brand new set of hands
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But sometimes like the others
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I just ran away take cover
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And I swear that no one really understands
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The second hand that rolls on by
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It never looks back to wait for mine
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For Sale
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Kasey Chambers |