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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
(Everyone)
is standing up to sing heavy heart songs.
(in this town)
Running out of patience with our own self-pity
(sang it out)
But it's good to know that somebody still feels like me.
(let it out.)

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
(Everyone)
is standing up to sing heavy heart songs.
(in this town)
Running out of patience with our own self-pity
(sang it out)
But it's good to know that somebody still feels like me.
(let it out.)

These months that I spend closer to the sun have been
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
(Everyone)
is standing up to sing heavy heart songs.
(in this town)
Running out of patience with our own self-pity
(sang it out)
But it's good to know that somebody still feels like me.
(let it out.)