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In oh-nine i was seventeen
Bright eyed and my cut was clean
I had my whole damn life in front of me
I finished school and I ran like hell
To new orleans, met a southern belle
Spent a couple good years in ecstasy
But good things always fall apart
And hurt more the harder you try hard
I know, I've done it all before
Seems like the more she knew me
The less she'd hang around
Seems like the more I grow up
The more I get let down
I ditched the hurting and I headed north
To the city for a fresh new start
It was hard but the chaos made me feel something
Winter came and it was cold as hell
Huddled ‘round the oven warming ourselves
But spring came and the money dried up with our dreams
Cause good things always fall apart
And hurt more, the harder you try hard
I know, I've done it all before
Seems like the more I stand up
The more I get knocked down
Seems like the more I grow up
The more I get let down
Cut my losses and I headed south
In search of comfort in my old home town
Call it copping out, I needed calming down
Well, place of my youth just wasn't the same
Girls I knew had new last names
Sometimes the only thing that stays the same is change
Cause good things always fall apart
And hurt more, the harder you try hard
I know, I've done it all before
Seems like the more y'all know me
The less you hang around
Seems like the more I grow up
The more I get let down
Seems like the more I grow up
The more I get let down
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