| If I’ve been left behind
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| I choose to walk the line over running blind, running blind
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| Failing to see the use
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| Of being the man who ties his own noose, his own noose
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| I’m not afraid to love
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| If it comes with a push and not a shove
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| The path of my heart is what I’m now sure of
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| I held out, waiting for you
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| I am the orchard, you are the fruit
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| When I’m laid to rest
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| They can say I gave you my best
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| I held out, waiting for you
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| I am the orchard, you are the fruit
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| When I’m laid to rest
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| They can say I gave you my best
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| All the pain of regret
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| I hold you in my arms and I forget, I forget
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| My history with love
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| The mistakes I made still hanging above
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| The path of my heart is what I’m now sure of
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| I held out, waiting for you
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| I am the orchard, you are the fruit
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| When I’m laid to rest
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| They can say I gave you my best
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| I held out, waiting for you
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| I am the orchard, you are the fruit
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| When I’m laid to rest
|
| They can say I gave you my best
|
| I held out, waiting for you
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| I am the orchard, you are the fruit
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| I held out, waiting for you
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| I am the orchard, you are the fruit
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| I held out, waiting for you
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| I am the orchard, you are the fruit |