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I've been crossing out the days 'til
All of you can hear me sing
And I remember that summer when
We all caught our second wind
Well maybe I'm not the man
That I thought I've become
But that's just the way
Things are where I'm from
When time turns our dreams
To more everyday things
We can never lose our pride in
What we've done
Still I've never been one for settlin'
I've been making a list
Of the things I won't miss
About this lonestar town
And everyone who never saw
What we were always singing for
Everyone everyone in this town
Is standing up to sing heavy heart songs
Running out of patience
With our own self-pity
But it's good to know
That somebody still feels like me
Everyone everyone in this town
Is standing up to sing heavy heart songs
Running out of patience
With our own self-pity
But it's good to know
That somebody still feels like me
I just get so caught up in these
Everyday eyes
And those sleepless night stares
I start being surprised
When my friend's disappearing
I'm left here wondering where I was
While they packed up all the things
That I love
And I've gotten used to not missing you
Over time I understate
All those things that make me separate
While I lay awake and think about
Everything that I can never be again
Everyone everyone in this town
Is standing up to sing heavy heart songs
Running out of patience
With our own self-pity
But it's good to know
That somebody still feels like me
Everyone everyone in this town
Is standing up to sing heavy heart songs
Running out of patience
With our own self-pity
But it's good to know
That somebody still feels like me
These months
That I spend closer to the sun have been
Screaming at me
Screaming at me
"Kid you can't just run away from
Everything that you're always so so afraid
To let everyone hear you say
Like 'These days
It seems like all I have left are
Outgoing calls to the people who
If they only knew better
Wouldn't care about any of this at all '"
Everyone everyone in this town
Is standing up to sing heavy heart songs
Running out of patience with our own self-pity
But it's good to know
That somebody still feels like me
Everyone everyone in this town
Is standing up to sing heavy heart songs
Running out of patience with our own self-pity
But it's good to know
That somebody still feels like me
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